Bap. We come Lady, to consummate the contract.
Ces. With Mentivole? is he the man?
Ment. Clarissas, troth and mine,
Cesario, are recorded in a character
So plain and certain, that except the hand
Of heaven, which writ it first, would blot it out again,
No humane power can raze it.
Ces. But say you so too young Lady?
Cla. I should else betray
My heart to falshood, and my tongue to perjury.
Ces. Madam, you know the sentence.
Bap. From the Duke,
I have particular comforts which require
A private [e]are.
Mar. I shall approve it gladly
We are resolv'd Cesario.
Bap. Be not insolent upon a Princes favor.
Cla. Loose no glory,
Your younger years have purchast.