Mir. I, you'll perswade me so.
Cun. Why he's my friend,
And wishes me a fortune equal with him,
I know, and dare speak it for him.
Mir. Oh, this hand betrayes him, you might remember
him in some courtesie yet at least.
Cun. I thank your help in't, here's to his health
Where e'er he be.
Mir. I'll pledge it, were it against my health.
Clow. Oh, oh, my heart hops after twelve mile a day, upon a good return, now could I walk three hundred mile a foot, and laugh forwards and backwards.
Mir. You'll take the Knights health, Sir.
Clow. Yes, yes forsooth, oh my sides! such a Banquet once a week, would make me grow fat in a fortnight.
Cun. Well, now to close our meeting, with the close
Of mutual hands and hearts, thus I begin,
Here in Heavens eye, and all loves sacred powers,
(Which in my Prayers stand propitious)
I knit this holy hand fast, and with this hand
The heart that owes this hand, ever binding
By force of this initiating Contract
Both heart and hand in love, faith, loyalty,
Estate, or what to them belongs, in all the dues,
Rights and honors of a faithful husband,
And this firm vow, henceforth till death, to stand
Irrevocable, seal'd both with heart and hand.
Mir. Which thus I second, but oh, Sir Gregory.