Ura. Why I [w]ould goe to the good Marquis my
Brother, and put my self into his hands, that so
He may preserve himself.
Ism. Oh that thou hadst no seed of thy Mother in thee, and couldst mean this now.
Ura. Why feth I do, wou'd I might ne'er stir more if I do not.
Ism. I shall prove a ridiculous fool, I'll be damn'd else: hang me if I do not half believe thee.
Ura. By my troth you may.
Ism. By my troth I doe: I know I'm an Ass for't, But I cannot help it.
Ura. And won you tell me then?
Ism. Yes faith will I, or any thing else i'th' world: for I think thou art as good a creature as ever was born.
Ura. But ail goe i' this ladst [reparrell]: But you mun help me to Silver.