Mi. Go. Come from her, sonne, and if thou lov'st thy mother.
Mi. Bar. With the like spell, daughter, I conjure thee.
Mi. G. Francis, by faire means let me win thee from her, 290
And I will gild my blessing, gentle sonne,
With store of angels. I would not have thee
Check thy good fortune by this cusning choise:
O, doe not thrall thy happie libertie
In such a bondage! if thou'lt be needs bound, 295
Be, then, to better worth; this worthlesse choise
Is not fit for thee.