Eust. Madame if I consider Idas woorth,
I know my portions merrit none so faire,
And yet I hold in farme and yearly rent,
A thousand pound, which may her state content.
Count. But what estate my Lord shall she possesse? 1570
Eust. All that is mine, graue Countesse & no lesse.
But Ida will you loue?
Ida. I cannot hate.
Eust. But will you wedde?
Ida. Tis Greeke to mee my Lord,
Ile wish you well, and thereon take my word.
Eus.. Shall I some signe of fauour then receiue?
Ida. I, if her Ladiship will giue me leaue.
Count. Do what thou wilt.
Ida. Then noble English Peere, 1580
Accept this ring, wherein my heart is set,
A constant heart, with burning flames befret:
But vnder written this: O morte dura:
Heereon when so you looke with eyes Pura,
The maide you fancie most will fauour you.