Nor. Give me your fair hands fearless,
As white as this I see your Innocence,
As spotless, and as pure: be not afraid Lady,
You are but here brought to your nobler fortune,
To add unto your life immortal story:
Vertue, through hardest things arrives at happiness,
Shame follow that blunt sword that looses you:
And he that strikes against you: I shall study
A curse or two for him: once more your fair hands,
I never brought ill luck yet; be fearless happy.
Ori. I thank ye, noble Captain.
Nor. So I leave ye.
Val. Call in the Knights severally.
Enter severally Gomera and Miranda.
Ori. But two words to my champion,
And then to heaven and him, I give my cause up:
Val. Speak quickly, and speak short.
Ori. I have not much Sir.
Noble Gomera, from your own free virtue,
You have undertaken here a poor Maids honor.
And with the hazard of your life: and happily
You may suspect the cause, though in your true worth
You will not shew it, therefore take this testimony
(And as I hope for happiness, a true one)
And may it steel your heart, and edge your good sword,
Ye fight for her, as spotless of these mischiefs,
As heaven is of our sins, or truth of errors,
And so defie that treacherous man, and prosper.
Nor. Blessing o'thy heart Lady.
Val. Give the signal to 'em. [Low Alarms.