Nor. Share her among ye;
And may she give ye as many hurts as I have,
And twice as many aches.
Lusc. Noble Captain,
Be pleas'd to free me from these Soldiers wildness,
Till I but speak two words.
Nor. Now for your Maidenhead,
You have your book, proceed.
Lusc. Victorious Sir,
'Tis seldom seen in men so valiant,
Minds so devoid of virtue: he that can conquer,
Should ever know how to preserve his conquest,
'Tis but a base theft else. Valour's a virtue,
Crown of men's actions here; yours as you make it.
And can you put so rough a foyl as violence,
As wronging of weak woman to your triumph?
Nor. Let her alone.
Lusc. I have lost my husband, Sir;
You feel not that: him that I love; you care not:
When fortune falls on you thus, you may grieve too:
My liberty, I kneel not for; mine honor,
(If ever virtuous honor toucht your heart yet)
Make dear, and precious, Sir: you had a mother.
Nor. The rougy thing speaks finely, neat, who took ye?
For he must be your guard.
Lusc. I wish no better,
A noble Gentleman, and Nobly us'd me,
They call'd his name Miranda.
Nor. You are his then:
Ye have light upon a young man worth your service,
I free ye from all the rest: and from all violence;
He that doth offer't, by my head he hangs for't:
Goe see her safe kept, till the Noble Gentleman
Be ready to dispose her: thank your tongue,
You have a good one, and preserve it good still:
Soldiers, come wait on me, I'll see ye paid all. [Exeunt.