Fac. She beckons to ye.
Mir. Lady, I could wish, I knew to recompence,
Even with the service of my life, those pains,
And those high favours you have thrown upon me;
Till I be more desertful in your eye;
And till my duty shall make known I honour ye:
Noblest of women, do me but this favour,
To accept this back again, as a poor testimony.
Ori. I must have you too with 'em; else the will,
That says they must rest with ye, is infring'd, Sir;
Which pardon me, I dare not do.
Mir. Take me then;
And take me with the truest love.
Ori. 'Tis certain,
My Brother lov'd ye dearly, and I ought
As dearly to preserve that love. But, Sir,
Though I were willing, these are but your Ceremonies.
Mir. As I have life, I speak my soul.
Ori. I like ye.
But how you can like me, without I have Testimony,
A Stranger to ye.
Mir. I'le marry ye immediately,
A fair State I dare promise ye.
Bel. Yet she'll couzen thee.
Ori. Would some fair Gentleman durst promise for ye.