PIS. It shall be so. Come hither, daughter. Master Harvey, that you may see my love Comes from a single heart unfeignedly, See here my daughter: her I make thine own. Nay, look not strange: before these gentlemen I freely yield Marina for thy wife. HAR. Stay, stay, good sir! forbear this idle work! My soul is labouring for a higher place Than this vain, transitory world can yield: What, would you wed your daughter to a grave? For this is but death's model in man's shape[542]. You and Alvaro happy live together. Happy were I to see you live together! PIS. Come, sir, I trust you shall do well again. Here, here, it must be so. God give you joy, And bless you--[_Aside._] not a day to live together. VAN. Hort ye, broder! will ye let den ander heb your wife? nempt her, nempt her, yourself? ALV. No, no; tush, you be de fool, here be dat sal spoil marriage of him. You have deceive me of de fine wensh, Signor Harvey, but I sal deceive you of de mush land. [_Aside._ HAR. Are all things sure, father? is all despatched? PIS. What interest we have, we yield it you. Are you now satisfied, or rests there aught? HAR. Nay, father, nothing doth remain but thanks: Thanks to yourself first that, disdaining me, Yet lov'd my lands, and for them gave a wife. But next unto Alvaro let me turn, To courteous, gentle, loving, kind Alvaro! That rather than to see me die for love-- For very love--would lose his beauteous love. VAN. Ha, ha, ha! DEL. Signor Alvaro, give him de ting quickly sal make him die, autrement you sal lose de fine wensh. ALV. Oyme! che havesse al hora appressata la mano al mio coro, O suem curato ate, I che longo sei tu avinato, O cieli! O terra! PIS. Am I awake, or do deluding dreams Make that seem true which most my soul did fear? HAR. Nay, faith, father, it's very certain true, I am as well as any man on earth. Am I sick, sirs? Look here, is Harvey sick? PIS. What shall I do? what shall I say? Did not you counsel me to wed my child? What potion? Where's your help, your remedy? HAR. I hope more happy stars will reign to-day, And don Alvaro have more company. ANTH. Now, Anthony, this cottons as it should, And everything sorts to his wish'd effect. Harvey joys Mall: my Dutchman and the French, Thinking all sure, laugh at Alvaro's hap; But quickly I shall mar that merry vein, And make your fortunes equal with your friends. PIS. Sirrah Mouche, what answer brought you back! Will Master Balsaro come as I requested? ANTH. Master Balsaro? I knownotwho you mean. PIS. Know you not, ass? did not I send thee for him? Did I not bid thee bring him with the parson? What answer made he? will he come or no?