Ben. That's my wench:
How now? what change is this? why Ferdinand,
Are these your Robes of joy should be indu'd?
Doth Hymen wear black? I did send for you
To have my honorable Brother witness
The Contract I will make 'twixt you and her.
Put off all doubt; she loves ye? what d' ye say?
Rand. Speak man, Why look you so distractedly?
Ferd. There are your keys, [Sir:] I'll no Contract[s, I]
Divinest Volanta, I will serve you
Thus on my knees, and pray for you: Juno, Lucina fer opem.
My inequality ascends no higher:
I dare not marry you.
Ben. How's this?
Ferd. Good night,
I have a friend has almost made me mad:
I weep sometimes, and instantly can laugh:
Nay, I do dance, and sing, and suddenly
Roar like a storm. Strange tricks these, are they not?
And wherefore all this? Shall I tell you? no,
Thorow mine ears, my heart a plague hath caught,
And I have vow'd to keep it close, not shew
My grief to any; for it has no cure.
On, wandring steps, to some remote place move:
I'll keep my vow, though I have lost my Love. [Exit.
Ben. 'Fore heaven, distracted for her! fare you well:
I'll watch his steps; for I no joy shall find,
Till I have found his cause, and calm'd his mind. [Exit.
[Rand.] He's overcome with joy.
Ang[e]l. 'Tis very strange.
Rand. Well, Sister, I must leave you; the time's busie.
Violanta, chear you up; and I pray Heaven
Restore each to their love, and health again. [Exit.
Viol. Amen, Great Uncle. Mother, what a chance
Unluckily is added to my woe,
In this young Gentleman!