Eug. Gods me life, tis not thus I hope.
Mom. By my life but it is, Neece.
Eug. By my life but tis none of my deed then.
Mom. Doe you use to set your hand to that which is not your deed; your hand is at it, Neece, and if there be any law in England, you shall performe it too.
Eug. Why? this is plaine dishonoured deceit. Does all your truest kindnes end in law?
Mom. Have patience Neece, for what so ere I say,
Onely the lawes of faith, and thy free love
Shall joyne my friend and thee, or naught at all.
By my friends love, and by this kisse it shall.
Eug. Why, thus did false Acontius snare Cydippe.
Mom. Indeed, deere love, his wile was something like, And then tis no unheard of treachery, That was enacted in a goddes Eye: Acontius worthy love feard not Diana Before whom he contriv'd this sweet deceite.
Eug. Well there you have my hand, but ile be sworne I never did thing so against my will.
Mom. T'will prove the better, Madam, doubt it not.
And to allay the billows of your bloud,
Rais'd with my motion bold and opposite,
Deere Neece, suppe with me, and refresh your spirites:
I have invited your companions,
With the two guests that din'd with you to daie,
And will send for the old Lord Furnifall,
The Captaine, and his mates, and (tho at night)
We will be merry as the morning Larke.