_Ashb_. Saye that this daye shee shalbee made his wyfe. _Cl_. Ay, syr. _Ashb_. Why then add winges unto your heeles and fly, syr. _Cl_. Ay syr, but ere I take my flight, for this good servyce You'll mediate with him for my freedom? _Ashb_. So. _Cl_. And woo your doughter to doo so too? _Ashb_. So. _Cl_. And, syr, to him I shalbee thankefull. _Ashb_. So. _Cl_. Your doughters and your servant ever. _Ashb_. So. _Cl_. To go, roonne, ryde of all your arrants. _Ashb_. So. _Cl_. In all this you'l bee slack in nothinge? _Ashb_. So. _Cl_. And you'l heareafter love mee still? _Ashb_. So, so. _Cl_. Howe, but so, so? _Ashb_. Yes, so and so and so. _Cl_. Why, then I go, go, goe. [_Exit Clown_. _Ashb_. But one thinge I intreate you, _Mirable_: This thyrteene yeares, since by rude creditors Tost and opprest, nay rent out of myne owne, I have bin forct to seeke my fate abroad, Howe weare you ravisht thence, or since that tyme What strange adventures past? _Enter Godfrey, and the wyfe with the handkercher_. _Mirable_. My mother's presence Must now prevent my answer. _Wyfe_. Where is shee? oh wheare, wheare? for by these tokens, These of her childhood most unfallid signes, I knwe her for my doughter. _Mir_. I have bene The longe and wretched owner of that cabinet With all therein contein'd. _Wyfe_. Into thy boosom Oh lett mee rayne a shower of joyfull teares To welcom thee, my _Mirable_. _Godf_. You threatned her but nowe with skaldinge water; mee thinks you had more neede to comfort her with hott waters, for sure shee canott bee warme synce shee came so late out of the could bathe. _Wyf_. Make fyares, bid them make ready wholesom brothes, Make warme the bedd, and see the sheetes well ayred. Att length then have I fownd thee? _Ashb_. But what's shee That's in thy fellow-shippe? _Mir_. My fellowe sharer In all misfortunes; and for many yeares So deere to mee, I canot tast a blessednes Of which shee's not partaker. _Wyfe_. For thy sake Shee shall bee myne too, and (in her) I'l thinke The powers above have for my single losse Given mee at lengthe a duble recompense. _Scrib_. For which hee that protects all inocence Will in good tyme reward you. _Wyfe_. Praye, in, in; This could is prejuditiall to your Healthes. I'l count you boathe my twinnes. [_Ext. Wife, Palestra, and Scribonia_. _Ashb_. Strange alteration! Skoldinge is turn'd to pittye, spleen and mallyce To mercye and compassion. _Fisher_. But your promisse Tutchinge my budgett? _Ashb. Godfreye_, beare it in And lodge it safe; there's no tyme for that; We'll talke of it herafter. _Godf_. Fellow _Gripus_, I am made for this tyme porter. Ladeys, your trusty treasurer. [_Ext. Ashbourne and Godfrey_.