Leu. No, so I think; he moves me still to Virro,
That old craz'd count, and with such vehemency,
I dare scarce 'bide his presence, if I deny him;
Therefore we must be speedy in our course,
And take without his leave what he denies.
Pol. I thank you for that, good daughter.
[Aside.]
Ros. I told you, sir, 'twould come to this at last.
[Aside.]
Phil. O, thou hast spoke my wishes, and hast show'd
Thyself in love as good as beautiful;
Then let's away, dearest Leucothoë.
My fortunes are not poor, then fear no want.
This constant love of ours may prove so happy,
To reconcile our parents' enmity.
Leu. Heaven grant it may!
Pol. Never by this means, youngster.
[Aside.]
Leu. But soft; now I think better on't, I'll not go.
Phil. Why, dearest, is thy love so quickly cold?
Leu. No, but I'll not venture thee; thine is the danger.
Thou know'st 'tis death by law to steal an heir,
And my dear brother's most untimely death
Hath lately made me one. What, if thou shouldst be taken?
Phil. O, fear not that; had I a thousand lives,
They were too small a venture for such prize.
I tell thee, sweet, a face not half so fair
As thine hath arm'd whole nations in the field,
And brought a thousand ships to Tenedos,
To sack lamented Troy; and should I fear
To venture one poor life, and such a life
As would be lost in not possessing thee?
Come, come, make that no scruple: when shall we go?