Mir. This very day hathe made mee full amends For many yeares of crosses.
Tread. Nowe my suite.
Raph. Nor are my expectations yet at heighte Before my frend bee equally made blest In this fayer damsell's love.
Tread. To accomplishe which
If all the wealth that I injoye by land,
Or what at Sea's in ventur, will but purchase
With her release a tye of love to mee,
This hower it shalbe tenderd.
Ashb. Offer'd fayrely;
But knwe, syr, could you winne her to your wishes,
She shall not lyke a bondemaide come to ye;
Fyve hundred crownes are tenderd downe all redy
(Unknowne to her) for her free liberty.
Scrib. This is a Juberly, a yeare of Joy, For chastity and spotles Inocens.
Tread. Shall I intreate you to receive them backe? Lett it bee made my woorke of charity.
Ashb. I knowe you woorthy, but that must not bee;
Yet proove her, court her, with my free consent
And use the best love's rethorick you can:
If with the motion shee rest satisfied,
And you pleas'd to accept her, it shall never
Bee sayde you tooke a captyve to your bedd
But a free woman.
Tread. Nobly have you spoake.
Raph. Fayre Mirable, the fyrst thinge I intreate you In which to expresse your love, speake for my frend.