Come, they are women's tears, I know your fashion.
Go, sirrah, lock her in, and keep the key [Exeunt Luce and Boy.
Safe as your life. Now, my son Humphrey,
You may both rest assuréd of my love
In this, and reap your own desire.
Humph. I see this love you speak of, through your daughter,
Although the hole be little, and hereafter
Will yield the like in all I may or can,
Fitting a Christian and a gentleman.
Merch. I do believe you, my good son, and thank you,