_Thomas_. To take in victuall and refresh our men, Provyde us of thinges needefull, then once more With all the expeditious hast wee can Sett sayle for _Florens_. _Factor_. Please you, Sir, I'l steward well that busines. _Thomas_. I'th meanetyme I shall find leisure to surveigh the towne, The keyes, the temples, forts and monuments; For what's the end of travell but to better us In judgment and experiens? What are these? Withdrawe and give them streete-roome. _Enter Raphael, Treadeway and the Clowne_. _Raph_. Hath my _Palestra_ fownd her parents then? _Clowne_. As sure as I had lost you. _Raph_. And free borne? _Clowne_. As any in _Marcellis_. _Raph_. _Englishe_, sayst thou? _Clowne_. Or _Brittishe_, which you please. _Raph_. Her trew name _Mirable_ And _Ashburne's_ doughter? _Clowne_. Suer as yours is _Raphaels_ And _Tread-wayes_ his. _Thomas_. _Mirable_ and _Ashburne_! _Factor_. Names that concerne you, Sir. _Thomas_. Peace, listen further. _Raph_. Thou with these woords hast extasyde my sowle And I am all in rapture. Then hee's pleasd Wee too shalbee contracted? _Clowne_. 'Tis his mynd, Sir. _Raph_. The moother, too, consents? _Clowne_. So you shall finde, Sir. _Raph_. And _Mirable_ pleasd, too? _Clowne_. Shes so inclind, Sir. _Raph_. And this the very day? _Clowne_. The tyme assignd, Sir. _Raph_. Shee shalbee suerly myne. _Clowne_. As vowes can bind, Sir. _Raph_. Thou sawest all this? _Clowne_. I am suer I was not blind, Sir. _Raph_. And all this shall bee done? _Clown_. Before you have din'd, Sir. _Raph_. Oh, frend, eather pertake with mee in Joy And beare part of this surplus, I shall else Dye in a pleasinge surfett. _Tread_. Frend, I doo Withall intreate you interceade for mee To your fayre loves companion, for if all Th'estate I have in _France_ can by her freedom, Shee shall no longer faynt beneathe the yoake Of lewdnes and temptation. _Raph_. The extent Of that fyxt love I ever vowde to thee Thou in this act shall find. _Tread_. And it shall seale it, Beyond all date or limitt. _Raph_. Come, hasten, frend, methinks at lengthe I spy After rough tempests a more open skye. [_Exeunt[146] Raphael and Treadway_. _Clowne_. And I will after you home, Syr, Since so merrily blowes the wind, Sir. _Thomas_. Staye, frend, I am a stranger in these parts And woold in one thinge gladly bee resolved. _Clowne_. I am in haste. _Thomas_. That little leasure thou bestowest on mee I shalbee gladd to pay for; nay, I will. Drinke that for my sake. _Clowne_. Not this, Syr, as it is; for I can make a shifte to dissolve hard mettall into a more liquid substance. A cardeq![147] oh Syr, I can distill this into a quintessence cal'd _Argentum potabile_.[148] _Thomas_. I heard you name one _Ashburne_; can you bring mee To th'sight of such a man?