Exeunt.
Exeunt all sauing Sir Quintilian, Cælestine, and Sir Walter Terrill.
Ter. Father, and you my Bride; that name to day,
Wife, comes not till to morrow: but omitting
This enterchange of language; let vs thinke
Vpon the King and night, and call our spirits
To a true reckoning; first to Arme our wittes
With compleat steele of Iudgement, and our tongs,
With sound attillery of Phrases: then
Our Bodies must bee motions; moouing first
What we speake: afterwards, our very knees
Must humbly seeme to talke, and sute our speech;
For a true furnisht Cortyer hath such force,
Though his tonge faints, his very legs discourse.
Sir quin. Sonne Terrill, thou hast drawne his picture right,
For hee’s noe full-made Courtier, nor well strung,
That hath not euery ioynt stucke with a tongue.
Daughter, if Ladies say, that is the Bride, that’s she,
Gaze thou at none, for all will gaze at thee.
Cæl. Then, ô my father must I goe? O my husband
Shall I then goe? O my selfe, will I goe?
Ter. You shall.
Cæl. I will, but giue me leaue,
To say I may not, nor I ought not, say not
Still, I must goe, let me intreate I may not.
Ter. You must and shall, I made a deede of gift,
And gaue my oath vnto the King, I swore
By thy true constancy.
Cæl. Then keep that word
To sweare by, O let me be constant still.