_Ashb_. Nowe tell mee, _Mildewe_, howe thou ratest the freedome Of th'other virgin yonge _Scribonia_, Companion with my dowghter? _Mild_. I am weary Of this lewde trade; give mee fyve hundred crownes And take her; I'l gie't over now in tyme Ere it bringe mee to the gallowes. _Ashb_. There's for her ransom; she's from henceforthe free. _Grip_. Howe, Syr? _Ashb_. These other, _Gripus_, still belonge to thee Towards the manumission. _Enter at one doore Palestra, Scribonia; at the other Raphael, Treadway, Thomas Ashburne and the Clowne_. _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_. 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. _Scrib_. If to this frendly fayer society, I, a poore desolate virgin, so much bownd, Should putt you off with delatory trifles When you importune answer, t'would appeare In mee strange incivility: I am yours And, beeinge so, therefore consequently his.