I knowe you woorthy, but that must not bee;
Yet proove her, court her, with my free consent
And use the best love's rethorick you can:
If with the motion shee rest satisfied,
And you pleas'd to accept her, it shall never
Bee sayde you tooke a captyve to your bedd
But a free woman.
_Tread_. Nobly have you spoake.
_Raph_. Fayre _Mirable_, the fyrst thinge I intreate you
In which to expresse your love, speake for my frend.
_Mir_. And with my best of Oratory.
_Raph_.[157] Weel be all
Assistants in the motion.
_Ashb_. If you prevayle,
I in the absens of som nearer frend
Have vowed to stand her father.
_Clowne_. Now, Sir, I have showed him you, but are you ever the wyser?
_Thom. Ash_. Peace, I am somwhat trobled. Oh tis hee,
My brother; and those rude and violent gusts
That to this strange Road thrust my shipp per force,
And I but late for new disasters curst,
Have with there light winges mounted mee aloft,
And for a haven in heaven new harbord mee.
Yet they but feede upon theire knowne delights;
Anon I'l make them surfett.
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