Bea. Dear, my loved heart, be not so passionate;
Nothing extreme lives long. 50
Free. But not to be extreme[30]—nothing in love’s extreme—
My love receives no mean.
Bea. I give you faith; and, prithee, since, poor soul!
I am so easy to believe thee, make it much more pity to deceive me!
Wear this slight favour in my remembrance.
[Throweth down a ring to him.
Free. Which, when I part from,
Hope, the best of life, ever part from me.
Bea. I take you and your word, which may ever live
your servant. See, day is quite broke up—the best of hours. 61
Free. Good morrow, graceful mistress: our nuptial day holds.
Bea. With happy constancy a wishèd day.
[Exit.