HEL. I'll see both your hands Set to my pardon first. GOV. Mine shall bring her's. LADY. Now, sir, I honour you for your goodness chiefly, You're my most worthy father, you speak like him; The first voice was not his; my joy and reverence Strive which should be most seen; let our hands, sir, Raise you from earth thus high, and may it prove [_They raise him up._ The first ascent of your immortal rising, Never to fall again! HEL. A spring of blessings Keep ever with thee, and the fruit thy lord's! GOV. I have lost an enemy, and have found a father. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ VOTARIUS, _sadly_. VOT. All's gone; there's nothing but the prodigal left; I have played away my soul at one short game, Where e'en the winner loses. Pursuing sin, how often did I shun thee! How swift art thou afoot, beyond man's goodness, Which has a lazy pace! so was I catch'd-- curse upon the cause; man in these days Is not content to have his lady honest, And so rest pleased with her without more toil, But he must have her try'd, forsooth, and tempted; And when she proves a quean, then he lies quiet, Like one that has a watch of curious making, Thinking to be more cunning than the workman, Never gives over tampering with the wheels, 'Till either spring be weaken'd, balance bow'd, Or some wrong pin put in, and so spoils all. How I could curse myself! most business else Delights in the despatch, that's the best grace to't, Only this work of blind repented lust Hangs shame and sadness on his master's cheek: Yet wise men take no warning. _Enter_ WIFE. Nor can I now: Her very sight strikes my repentance backward. It cannot stand against her. Chamber-thoughts And words that have sport in 'em--they're for ladies! WIFE. My best and dearest servant! VOT. Worthiest mistress. _Enter_ LEONELLA. Madam---- WIFE. Who's that? my woman-- Proceed, sir---- LEO. Not if you love your honour, madam, I came to give you warning my lord's come---- VOT. How! WIFE. My lord? LEO. Alas! poor vessels, how this tempest tosses 'em, They're driven both asunder in a twinkling. Down goes the sails here, and the main-mast yonder, Here rides a bark with better fortune: yet I fear no tossing, come what weather will, I have a trick to hold on water still. [_Aside._