Ashb. This our neece?
Thom. My doughter?
Pal. Partners in sorrowe, and so neere allyde, And wee till nowe neare knewe it!
Scrib. My deere coosin.
Ashb. Nay, I'l bee my woords mayster; reache your hands, And thoughe no nearer then an Unkle, once I'l playe the father's part.
Thom. Praye hold your hand, Syr; Heares one that will doo't for you.
Ash. Brother Thomas!
Thom. Peruse that letter, whilst I breathe these Joys,
Impartinge these a most unlimitted love
In equall distribution, doughter, neece,
Brother, and frends; lett mee devyde amongst you
A fathers, brothers, and a kinsman's yoake
With all th'unmeasured pleasures and delights
That thought of man can wishe you.
Ashb. Spare reply.
These tell mee, that those bloodhounds who pursude
My fall, my oppressinge creditors I meane,
Are gone before to answer for my wronges,
And in there deathes with due acknowledgment
Of all theire violens doon mee; peace with them!
That lykewyse by the deathe of a ritche alderman,
My unkle, I am left a fayer estate
In land, eight hundred by the yeare, in coyne
Twenty fyve thousand pound. Make mee, oh heaven,
For this greate blessinge gratefull! and not least
To you my Indeer'd brother.
Thom. One thinge woonders mee
That I should fynd you neare Marcellis heare,
When I was aym'd for Florens; where your letters
Inform'd mee you were planted.