Mir. I humbly take my leave of all: of you
My noble friend Mountferrat; gratious Mistriss,
Oh that auspitious smile doth arm your souldier,
Who fights for those eyes, and this sacred Cross,
Can neither meet sad accident, nor loss. [Exit.
Ori. The mighty master of that Livory,
Conduct thee safely to these eyes again.
Mount. Blowes the wind that way?
Val. Equally belov'd,
Equally meriting, Gomera, you
Without excuse receive that dignity:
Which our provincial chapter hath decreed you.
Gom. Great Master of Jerusalems Hospital,
From whence to Rhodes this blest Fraternity
Was driven, but now among the Maltois stands,
Long may it flourish, whilst Gomera serves it,
But dares not enter farther.
All. This is strange.
Val. What do ye object?
Gom. Nothing against it, but my self (fair Knights)
I may not wear this Robe.
Val. Express your reasons;
Doth any hid sin goar your conscience?
Ast. Are you unstedfast in Religion?