Godf. Would I might have a share in't.
Ashb. Nowe tell mee, Mildewe, howe thou ratest the freedome Of th'other virgin yonge Scribonia, Companion with my dowghter?
Mild. I am weary
Of this lewde trade; give mee fyve hundred crownes
And take her; I'l gie't over now in tyme
Ere it bringe mee to the gallowes.
Ashb. There's for her ransom; she's from henceforthe free.
Grip. Howe, Syr?
Ashb. These other, Gripus, still belonge to thee Towards the manumission.
Enter at one doore Palestra, Scribonia; at the other
Raphael, Treadway, Thomas Ashburne and the Clowne.
Raph. If all bee trewe my man related to mee I have no end of Joy.
Ash. This is my Mirable,
My doughter and freeborne; and if you still
Persist the same man you profest your self,
Beehold shee is your wyfe.
Raph. You crowne my hopes.