_Raph_. If all bee trewe my man related to mee
I have no end of Joy.
_Ash_. This is my _Mirable_,
My doughter and freeborne; and if you still
Persist the same man you profest your self,
Beehold shee is your wyfe.
_Raph_. You crowne my hopes.
_Mir_. This very day hathe made mee full amends
For many yeares of crosses.
_Tread_. Nowe my suite.
_Raph_. Nor are my expectations yet at heighte
Before my frend bee equally made blest
In this fayer damsell's love.
_Tread_. To accomplishe which
If all the wealth that I injoye by land,
Or what at Sea's in ventur, will but purchase
With her release a tye of love to mee,
This hower it shalbe tenderd.
_Ashb_. Offer'd fayrely;
But knwe, syr, could you winne her to your wishes,
She shall not lyke a bondemaide come to ye;
Fyve hundred crownes are tenderd downe all redy
(Unknowne to her) for her free liberty.
_Scrib_. This is a Juberly, a yeare of Joy,
For chastity and spotles Inocens.
_Tread_. Shall I intreate you to receive them backe?
Lett it bee made my woorke of charity.
_Ashb_.
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