Ori. Will you refuse me yet?
Gom. My Wife!
Val. My Sister!
Gom. Some body, thank Heaven
I cannot speak.
All. All praise be ever given:
Mount. This saves our lives, yet would she had been dead;
The very sight of her afflicts me more
Than fear of punishment, or my disgrace.
Val. How came you to the Temple?
Mir. Sir, to do
My poor devotions, and to offer thanks
For scaping a temptation near perform'd
With this fair Virgin. I restore a wife
Earth cannot parallel: and busie nature
If thou wilt still make women, but remember
To work 'em by this sampler; take heed, Sir,
Henceforth you never doubt, Sir.
Gom. When I do
Death take me suddainly.
Mir. To increase your happiness
To your best wife take this addition.