But he that stole me hence. If you dare venture,
I'm yours; you need not fear, my father loves you,
If not, farewell, for ever.
Hum. Stay, nymph, stay,
I have a double gelding, coloured bay,
Sprung by his father from Barbarian kind,
Another for myself, though somewhat blind,
Yet true as trusty tree.
Luce. I'm satisfied,