Char. Honord Rochfort.
Lye still my toung and bushes, cal’d my cheekes,
That offter thankes in words, for such great deeds. [280]
Roch. Call in my daughter: still I haue a suit to you. (Baum. Exit.
Would you requite mee.
Rom. With his life, assure you.
Roch. Nay, would you make me now your debter, Sir.
This is my onely child: what shee appeares, (Enter Baum. Beau.
Your Lordship well may see her education [285]
Followes not any: for her mind, I know it
To be far fayrer then her shape, and hope
It will continue so: if now her birth
Be not too meane for Charolois, take her
This virgin by the hand, and call her wife, [290]
Indowd with all my fortunes: blesse me so,
Requite mee thus, and make mee happier,
In ioyning my poore empty name to yours,
Then if my state were multiplied ten fold.
Char. Is this the payment, Sir, that you expect? [295]
Why, you participate me more in debt,
That nothing but my life can euer pay,
This beautie being your daughter, in which yours
I must conceiue necessitie of her vertue
Without all dowry is a Princes ayme, [300]
Then, as shee is, for poore and worthlesse I,
How much too worthy! Waken me, Romont,
That I may know I dream’t and find this vanisht
Rom. Sure, I sleepe not.
Roch. Your sentence life or death.
Char. Faire Beaumelle, can you loue me?
Beau. Yes, my Lord. [305]
Enter Nouall, Ponta. Malotine, Lilad. Aymer. All salute