Ant. I am friend to beauty;
There's no handsomness, I dare be foe to.
Ism. Are ye married?
Ism. Are ye betroth'd?
Ant. No, neither.
Ism. Indeed (fair Sir.)
Ant. Indeed (fair sweet) I am not.
Most beauteous Virgin, I am free as you are.
Ism. That may be, Sir, then ye are miserable,
For I am bound.
Ant. Happy the bonds that hold ye;
Or do you put them on your self for pleasure?
Sure they be sweeter far than liberty:
There is no blessedness but in such bondage:
Give me that freedom (Madam) I beseech ye,
(Since you have question'd me so cunningly)
To ask you whom you are bound to, he must be certain
More than humane, that bounds in such a beauty:
Happy that happy chain, such links are heavenly.
Ism. Pray ye do not mock me, Sir.