Mer. 'Tis very well, Sir, I can tell your wisdom
How all this shall be cur'd.
Jasp. Your care becomes you.
Merc. And thus it shall be, Sir, I here discharge you,
My house, and service, take your liberty,
And when I want a Son I'll send for you. [Exit.
Jasp. These be the fair rewards of them that love,
Oh you that live in freedom never prove
The travel of a mind led by desire.
Enter Luce.
Luce. Why how now friend, struck with my Fathers thunder?
Jasp. Struck, and struck dead, unless the remedy
Be full of speed and virtue; I am now,
What I expected long, no more your father's.
Luce. But mine.
Jasp. But yours, and only yours I am,
That's all I have to keep me from the statute:
You dare be constant still?
Luce. O fear me not.
In this I dare be better than a woman.
Nor shall his anger, nor his offers move me,
Were they both equal to a Princes power.