Sy. I am so, and I must be so, till it please you—
Dutch. Chuse one of these, either to pay a Ransom,
At what [rate] I shall set it, which shall be high enough,
And so return a Free-man, and a Batchelor,
Or give me leave to give you a fit wife,
In honor every way [your] Graces equal,
And so your Ransom's paid.
Sy. You say most nobly,
Silvio's example's mine, pray chuse you for me.
Dutch. I thank ye Sir, I have got the mastry too,
And here I give your Grace a Husbands freedom:
Give me your hand, my Husband.
Sy. You much honor me,
And I shall ever serve ye for this favour.
Bart. Come Lop[e]z, let us give our wives the breeches too,
For they will have 'em.
Lop. Whilst they rule with virtue
I'll give 'em, skin and all.
Isa. We'll scra[t]ch it off else.
Sil. I am glad ye live, more glad ye live to honor,
And from this hour a stronger love dwell with us;
Pray you take your man again.
Cla. He knows my house, Sir.