Fac. But this man, Sir, particular[l]y; your own benefit
Must needs imprint him in ye: one Alberto;
A Gentleman you sav'd from being Murther'd
A little from Bollonia,
I was then my self in Italie, and suppli'd ye,
Though haply, you have forgot me now.
Mir. No, I remember ye,
And that Alberto too: a noble Gentleman:
More to remember, were to thank my self, Sir.
What of that Gentleman?
Fac. He is dead.
Mir. I am sorry.
Fac. But on his death-bed, leaving to his Sister
All that he had, beside some certain Jewels,
Which with a Ceremony, he bequeath'd to you,
In gratefull memory: he commanded strictly
His Sister, as she lov'd him and his peace,
To see those Jewels safe, and true deliver'd;
And with them, his last love. She, as tender
To observe his will, not trusting friend, nor servant,
With such a weight, is come her self to Paris,
And at my Masters house.
Mir. You tell me a wonder.
Fac. I tell ye a truth, Sir: She is young, and handsom,
And well attended: of much State, and Riches;
So loving, and obedient to her Brother;
That on my conscience, if he had given her also,
She would most willingly have made her tender.
Mir. May not I see her?
Fac. She desires it heartily.
Mir. And presently?