Eug. And so God prosper your journey.
Mom. Charitably concluded, though farre short of that love I wood have showen to any friend of yours, Neece, I sweare to you. Your hand now, and let this little stay his appetite.
Eug. Read what you have writ my Lord.
Mom. What needs that, Madam? you remember it, I am sure.
Eug. Well if it want sense in the Composition, let my secretary be blam'd for't; thers my hand.
Mom. Thanks, gentle Neece; now ile reade it.
Eug. Why now, more then before I pray?
Mom. That you shall see straite.—I cannot but suffer you to love if you doe love, and will requite your love.
Eug. Remember that requitall was of your owne putting in, but it shall be after my fashion, I warrant ye.
Mom. Interrupt me no more.—Your love being mentall needs no bodily requitall, but in hart I embrace, and repay it; my hand shall alwaies signe the way to felicity, and my selfe knit with you in the bands of marriage ever walke with you, in it, and so God prosper our journey: Eugenia.