Mir. And with my best of Oratory.
Raph.[157] Weel be all Assistants in the motion.
Ashb. If you prevayle, I in the absens of som nearer frend Have vowed to stand her father.
Clowne. Now, Sir, I have showed him you, but are you ever the wyser?
Thom. Ash. Peace, I am somwhat trobled. Oh tis hee,
My brother; and those rude and violent gusts
That to this strange Road thrust my shipp per force,
And I but late for new disasters curst,
Have with there light winges mounted mee aloft,
And for a haven in heaven new harbord mee.
Yet they but feede upon theire knowne delights;
Anon I'l make them surfett.
Scrib. If to this frendly fayer society,
I, a poore desolate virgin, so much bownd,
Should putt you off with delatory trifles
When you importune answer, t'would appeare
In mee strange incivility: I am yours
And, beeinge so, therefore consequently his.
Ashb. A match then! but, ere further you proceede,
Resolve mee one thinge, Mildewe,—not as thou art
Thyself, but as thou once weart made a Christian,—
Knowest thou this made's descent, and parentadge?
Mild. I will resolve you lyke a convertite,[158] Not as the man I was: I knew there byrthes, But for myne owne gayne kept them still conceal'd.
Ashb. Now as thou hop'st of grace—
Mild. The nurse late dead
That had these too in chardge, betrayde a shipboord
And ravisht from her coontry, ere she expyr'd
Nam'd her the doughter of Jhon Ashburne, marchant.
Her I Palestra cal'd, shee Mirable;
That, Winefryde, doughter to Thomas Ashburne
Brother to the sayde Jhon, I cal'd Scribonia.
They too are coosin germans.