Val. He must not then be angry
That looses her.
Gom. Oh that were Sir, unworthy.
Mir. A little sorrow he may find.
Val. 'Tis manly.
Gomera, you are a brave accomplish'd Gentleman
A braver no where lives than is Miranda,
In the white way of virtue, and true valour.
Ye have been a pilgrim long: yet no man farther
Has trode those thorny steps, than young Miranda,
You are gentle: he is gentleness it self: Experience
Calls you her brother; this her hopeful heir.
Nor. The young man now, and 't be thy Will.
Val. Your hand, Sir;
You undertook first: nobly undertook,
This Ladies cause: you made it good, and fought it
You must be serv'd first, take her, and enjoy her;
I give her to you: kiss her, are you pleas'd now?
Gom. My joy's so much I cannot speak.
Val. Nay, fairest Sir;
You must not be displeas'd: you break your promise.
Mir. I never griev'd at good, nor dare I now, Sir,
Though something seem strange to me.
Val. I have provided
A better match for you: more full of Beauty,
I'll wed ye to our Order: there's a Mistriss,
Whose beauty ne'r decaies: time stands below her:
Whose honor, Ermin-like, can never suffer,
Spot, or black soil; whose eternal issue
Fame brings up at her breasts, and leaves 'em sainted,
Her you shall marry.