D'Am. It cannot displease him. In the behaviour of his noble daughter Castabella a man may read her worth and your instruction.
Lang. That gentlewoman is most sweetly modest, fair, honest, handsome, wise, well-born, and rich.
D'Am. You have given me her picture in small.
Lang. She's like your diamond; a temptation in every man's eye, yet not yielding to any light impression herself.
D'Am. The praise is hers, but the comparison your own. [Gives him the ring.
Lang. You shall forgive me that, sir.
D'Am. I will not do so much at your request as forgive you it. I will only give you it, sir. By —— you will make me swear.
Lang. O! by no means. Profane not your lips with the foulness of that sin. I will rather take it. To save your oath, you shall lose your ring.—Verily, my lord, my praise came short of her worth. She exceeds a jewel. This is but only for ornament: she both for ornament and use.
D'Am. Yet unprofitably kept without use. She deserves a worthy husband, sir. I have often wished a match between my elder son and her. The marriage would join the houses of Belforest and D'Amville into a noble alliance.
Lang. And the unity of families is a work of love and charity.