Val. Off with his Cask, this is Miranda's voice.
Nor. 'Tis he indeed, or else mine eies abuse me,
What makes he here thus?
Ori. The young Miranda?
Is he mine enemy too?
Mir. None has deserv'd her
If worth must carry it, and service seek her,
But he that saved her honor.
Gom. That's I Miranda.
Mir. No, no, that's I Gomera, be not so forward,
In bargain for my love, ye cannot cozen me.
Gom. I fought it.
Mir. And I gave it: which is nobler?
Why every Gentleman would have done as much
As you did: fought it: that's a poor desert, Sir,
They are bound to that; but then to make that fight sure,
To doe as I did, take all danger from it
Suffer that coldness, that must call me now
Into disgrace for ever, into pity.
Gom. I undertook first, to preserve from hazard.
Mir. And I made sure no hazard should come neer her.