Corn. I, I, I: a —— o' your Corporal; I 'm paid soundly, I was never better paid in all my life.
Wife. Mar[r]y the gods blessing on his honors heart: you have done a charitable deed, Sir, many more such may you live to do, Sir: the gods keep you, Sir, the gods protect you. [Exit.
Mar. These peasants mock me sure (Valerius)
Forgive my dotage, see my ashes urn'd,
And tell fair Dorigen, (she that but now
Left me with this harsh vow, Sooner these rocks
Should be remov'd, then she would yield) that I
Was yet so loving, on her gift to die.
Val. O Jupiter forbid it, Sir, and grant
This my device may certifie thy mind:
You are my brother, nor must perish thus:
Be comforted: think you fair Dorigen
Would yield your wishes, if these envious rocks
By skill could be remov'd, or by fallacie
She made believe so?
Mar. Why, she could not chuse;
The Athenians are religious in their vows,
Above all nations.
Val. Soft, down yonder hill
The Lady comes this way, once more to trie her,
If she persist in obstinacie: by my skill
Learn'd from the old Caldean was my Tutor,
Who train'd me in the Mathematicks, I will
So dazle and delude her sight, that she
Shall think this great impossibilitie
Effected by some supernatural means.
Be confident; this engine shall at least,
Till the gods better order, still this brest. [Exit Valerius.
Mar. O my best brother, go; and for reward,
Chuse any part o'th' world, I'll give it thee.
O little Rome, men say thou art a god;
Thou mightst have got a fitter fool then I.
Enter Dorigen.
Dor. Art thou there, Basilisk? remove thine eyes,
For I'm sick to death with thy infection.
Mar. Yet, yet have mercy on me; save him, Lady,
Whose single arm defends all Rome, whose mercie
Hath sav'd thy husband's and thy life.