If such a face as this, being paid with scorn By her I did adore, had not full power To make me marry. MAID. By the God of love, She's a fair creature, but faith, should be fairer. My lady, gentle mistress, one that thought She had some interest in this gentleman, (Who now is only yours) commanded me To kiss your white hand, and to sigh and weep, And wish you that content she should have had In the fruition of her love you hold. She bad me say, God give you joy, to both; Yet this withal (if ye were married): No one her footsteps ever more should meet, Nor see her face but in a winding-sheet. BRO. Alas, poor lady! faith, I pity her, And, but to be i' th' same state, could forego Anything I possess to ease her woe. MAID. Love's blessing light upon thy gentle soul! Men rail at women, mistress, but 'tis we Are false and cruel, ten times more unkind; You are smoother far and of a softer mind. Sir, I have one request more. INGEN. Gentle lad, It must be one of a strange quality That I deny thee: both thy form and mind Inform me that thy nurture hath been better, Than to betray thee to this present life. MAID. 'Tis, that you would vouchsafe to entertain me. My feet do tremble under me to bear My body back unto my uncouth lady, To assure her grief. What heart so hard would owe A tongue to tell so sad a tale to her? Alas! I dare not look upon her eyes, Where wronged love sits like the basilisk. And, sure, would kill me for my dire report: Or rather should not I appear like death, [_Holding up his dart._ When every word I spake shot through her heart More mortally than his unsparing dart. BRO. Let me speak for the boy. INGEN. To what end, love? No, I will sue to him to follow me. In troth, I love thy sweet condition, And may live to inform thy lady of thee. Come in; dry, dry thine eyes, respite thy woe; The effects of causes[95] crown or overthrow. SCENE IV. _Enter_ LORD PROUDLY, LORD FEESIMPLE, WELLTRIED, SELDOM, WIDOW, BOLD _pinning in a ruff_, WIFE. PROUDLY. 'Slight, what should be become of her? you swear She pass'd not forth of doors, and i' th' house she is not? WID. Did you not see her, Princox? PROUDLY. This same bawd Has brought her letters from some younger brother, And she is stolen away. BOLD. Bawd! I defy you. Indeed, your lordship thinks you may make bawds Of whom you please. I'll take my oath upon a book, Since I met her in the necessary house i' th' morning, I ne'er set eye on her. GRACE. She went not out of doors. PROUDLY. Sure, she has an invisible ring.