Mir. By all that's good.
Enter La-Castre, Nantolet, Lugier, & de-Gard.
All. And we'll make up the rest, Lady.
Ori. Then Oriana takes ye; nay, she has caught ye;
If ye start now let all the world cry shame on ye:
I have out travell'd ye.
Bel. Did not I say she would cheat thee?
Mir. I thank ye, I am pleas'd, ye have deceiv'd me;
And willingly I swallow it, and joy in't;
And yet perhaps I know ye: whose plot was this?
Lug. He is not asham'd that cast it: he that executed,
Followed your Fathers will.
Mir. What a world's this, nothing but craft, and cozenage!
Ori. Who begun, Sir?
Mir. Well; I do take thee upon meer Compassion;
And I do think, I shall love thee. As a Testimony,
I'le burn my book, and turn a new leaf over,
But these fine clothes you shall wear still.