ILF. Kind mistress, as I protested, so again I vow, I'faith, I love you. SIS. And I am not, sir, so uncharitable, To hate the man that loves me. ILF. Love me then, The which loves you as angels love good men; Who wisheth them to live with them for ever, In that high bliss, whom hell cannot dissever. BUT. I'll steal away and leave them, as wise men do; Whom they would match, let them have leave to woo. [_Exit_ BUTLER. ILF. Mistress, I know your worth is beyond my desert; yet by my praising of your virtues, I would not have you, as women use to do, become proud. SIS. None of my affections are pride's children, nor akin to them. ILF. Can you love me then? SIS. I can; for I love all the world, but am in love with none. ILF. Yet be in love with me; let your affections Combine with mine, and let our souls Like turtles have a mutual sympathy, Who love so well, that they die together. Such is my life, who covets to expire, If it should lose your love. SIS. May I believe you? ILF. In troth you may: Your life's my life, your death my dying-day. SIS. Sir, the commendations I have received from Butler of your birth and worth, together with the judgment of mine own eye, bids me believe and love you. ILF. O, seal it with a kiss. Bless'd hour! my life had never joy till this. _Enter_ WENTLOE _and_ BARTLEY _beneath_. BAR. Hereabout is the house, sure. WEN. We cannot mistake it; for here's the sign of the Wolf, and the bay-window. _Enter_ BUTLER _above_. BUT. What, so close? 'Tis well I have shifted away your uncles, mistress. But see the spite of Sir Francis! if yon same couple of smell-smocks, Wentloe and Bartley, have not scented after us. ILF. A pox on them! what shall we do then, butler? BUT. What, but be married straight, man? ILF. Ay, but how, butler? BUT. Tut, I never fail at a dead lift; for, to perfect your bliss, I have provided you a priest. ILF. Where? prythee, butler, where? BUT. Where but beneath in her chamber? I have filled his hands with coin, and he shall tie you fast with words; he shall close your hands in one, and then do clap yourself into her sheets, and spare not. ILF. O sweet! [_Exit_ ILFORD _with_ SCARBOROW'S SISTER.[415] BUT. Down, down, 'tis the only way for you to get up. Thus in this task for others' good I toil, And she, kind gentlewoman, weds herself, Having been scarcely woo'd, and ere her thoughts Have learn'd to love him that, being her husband, She may relieve her brothers in their wants; She marries him to help her nearest kin: I make the match, and hope it is no sin. WEN. 'Sfoot, it is scurvy walking for us so near the two Counters; would he would come once! BAR. Mass, he's yonder: now, Butler. BUT. O gallants, are you here? I have done wonders for you, commended you to the gentlewomen who, having taken note of your good legs and good faces, have a liking to you; meet me beneath. BOTH. Happy butler.