Cast. Or do ye intend to forsake Malta now,
And visit your own Countrey fruitful Spaine.
Gom. Never good sir.
Val. Then explicate your thoughts.
Gom. This then: I should be perjur'd to receive it,
Once in Melita, your next City here,
When I was yonger, read I the decrees
Touching this point, being ambitious then
To approach it once, none but a Gentleman
Can be admitted.
Val. That's no obstacle
In you.
Gom. I should be sorry that were it,
No married man.
Mount. You never felt that yoak.
Gom. None, that hath been contracted.
Cast. Were you ever?
Gom. Nor married, nor contracted, none that ever
Hath vowed his love to any woman kind,
Or finds that secret fire within his thoughts:
Here I am cast, this Article my heart
Objects against the title of my fame,
I am in love; laugh not: though time hath set
Some wrinkles in this face, and these curl'd locks
Will shortly dye into an other hew,
Yet, yet I am in love: (yfaith [you] smile)
What age, what sex, or what profession
Divine, or humane, from the man that cries
For Almes the high way, to him that sings
At the high Altar, and doth sacrifice,
Can truly say he knows not what is Love?