Ware. Fair mistress,
Your virtues are to me a wealthy dowry;
And if you love me, I shall think you bring
More than the Indies.
Dor. But, sir, 't may be,
You'll be against my course of life. I love
Retirement, must have times for my devotion,
Am little us'd to company, and hate
The vanity of visits.
Ware. This makes me
Love you the more.
Dor. Then I shall never trust you
To go to sea, and leave me: I shall dream
Of nought but storms and pirates; every wind
Will break my sleep.
Ware. I'll stay at home.
Dor. Sir, there
Is one thing more: I hear you have a nephew
You mean to make your heir; I hope you will
Settle some jointure on me.
Ware. He's so lost
In my intents that, to revenge myself,
I take this course. But, to remove your doubts,
I've brought my lawyer with blank deeds:
He shall put in your name; and I, before
We go to church, will seal 'em.
Dor. On these terms,
Where is your priest, sir?
Ware. He expects me at
The French Church, mistress.
Aur. Come, when you have seal'd, sir:
I'll bear a part in the solemnity. [Exeunt.