Char. You need not question me, if I can you.
You are the fayrest virgin in Digum,
And Rochfort is your father.
Nou. What’s this change?
Roch. You met my wishes, Gentlemen.
Rom. What make
These dogs in doublets heere?
Beau. A Visitation, Sir. [310]
Char. Then thus, Faire Beaumelle, I write my faith
Thus seale it in the sight of Heauen and men.
Your fingers tye my heart-strings with this touch
In true-loue knots, which nought but death shall loose.
And yet these eares (an Embleme of our loues) [315]
Like Cristall riuers indiuidually
Flow into one another, make one source,
Which neuer man distinguish, lesse deuide:
Breath, marry, breath, and kisses, mingle soules
Two hearts, and bodies, heere incorporate: [320]
And though with little wooing I haue wonne
My future life shall be a wooing tyme.
And euery day, new as the bridall one.
Oh Sir I groane vnder your courtesies,
More then my fathers bones vnder his wrongs, [325]
You Curtius-like, haue throwne into the gulfe,
Of this his Countries foule ingratitude,
Your life and fortunes, to redeeme their shames.
Roch. No more, my glory, come, let’s in and hasten
This celebration.
Rom. Mal. Pont. Bau. All faire blisse vpon it. [330]
Exeunt Roch. Char. Rom. Bau. Mal.
Nou. Mistresse.