Cal. That we may fall in superstition to him.
Dor. I know not that, from me he late departed,
But not without that pious care to see safe
Me, and my weak men lodg'd, and dress'd; I urg'd him
First hither, that I might more freely thank him:
He told me he had business, crav'd my pardon,
Business of much import.
Cle. Know you his name?
Dor. That he deny'd me too: a vow had bar'd him.
Cal. In that he was not noble to be nameless.
Dor. Daughter you must remember him when I am dead,
And in a noble sort requite his piety,
'Twas his desire to dedicate this service
To your fair thoughts.
Cal. He knows me then?
Dor. I nam'd you,
And nam'd you mine: I think that's all his knowledge.
Cle. No name, no being?
Cal. Now I am mad to know him:
Saving mine honour, any thing I had now
But to enjoy his sight, but his bare picture;
Make me his Saint, I must needs honour him.