Florimel discovered.
Ter. Here's a fair maid indeed.
Phil. By my faith is she;
A hansome girl: come forward, do not fear wench.
I marry, here's a treasure worth concealing:
Call in the Miller.
Otr. Then I am discover'd.
I confess all before the Miller comes Sir,
'Twas but intention, from all act I am clear yet.
Enter Franio.
Phil. Is this your daughter?
Fra. Yes, and't please your Highness.
This is the shape of her, for her substance Sir,
Whether she be now honorable or dishonorable:
Whether she be a white-rose, or a canker is the question:
I thank my Lord, he made bold with my Philly,
If she be for your pace, you had best preserve her Sir,
She is tender mouth'd, let her be broken handsomly.
Phil. Maid, were you stoln?
Flo. I went not willingly,
And't please your Grace, I was never bred so boldly.
Phil. How has he us'd ye?