EVAD. Have I, ungrateful man, like to the sun, That from the heavens sends down his Cherishing beams on some religious plant, That with a bow, the worship of the Thankful, pays the preserver of his life And growth: but thou, unthankful man, In scorn of me, to love a calendar of many Years.[17] GIO. Madam, upon my knees, a superstitious rite, The Heathens us'd to pay their gods, I offer up A life, that until now ne'er knew a price-- Made dear because you love it. EVAD. Arise; It is a ceremony due unto none but heaven. GIO. Here I'll take root, and grow into my grave, Unless, dear goddess, you forget to be Cruel to him adores you with a zeal, Equal to that of hermits. EVAD. I believe you, and thus exchange a devout vow Humbly upon my knees, that, though the Thunder of my brother's rage should force divorce, Yet in my soul to love you; witness all The wing'd inhabitants of the highest heaven! GIO. If sudden lightning, such as vengeful Jove Clears the infectious air with, threaten'd to scorch My daring soul to cinders, if I Did love you, lady, I would love you, spite Of the dogged fates or any power those curs'd Hags set to oppose me. _To them enter_ NURSE. EVAD. Be thyself again. NUR. Madam, your brother. EVAD. Fie! you have done it ill; our brother, say you? Pray you, take it home and mend it. GIO. Madam, it shall be done; I take my leave. Love, I am made thy envy; I am he This vot'ress prays unto, as unto thee: Tailors are more than men; and here's the odds: They make fine ladies: ladies make them gods: And so they are not men, but far above them. This makes the tailors proud; then ladies love them. [_Exit._ ANTONIO _meets him_. ANT. What's he that pass'd? EVAD. My tailor. ANT. There's something in his face I (sure) should know. But, sister, to your beads; pray for distress'd Seville; Whilst I mount some watchtower, To o'erlook our enemies: religion's laws Command me fight for my lov'd country's cause. [_Exit._ EVAD. Love bids me pray, and on his altars make A sacrifice for my lov'd tailor's sake. [_Exit._ _Alarum._ _Enter_ RAYMOND, PHILIPPA, LEONIS, GILBERTI, _and_ FIRENZO. RAY. Stand. LEO. Stand. GIL. Stand. FIR. Give the word through the army, stand there. WITHIN. Stand, stand, stand, stand, ho! RAY. Bid the drum cease, whilst we embrace our love: Come, my Philippa, like the twins of war, Lac'd in our steelly corselets, we're become The envy of those brain-begotten gods Mouldy antiquity lifted to heaven; Thus we exchange our breath. [_Kiss._ PHIL. My honour'd lord, Duty commands, I pay it back again. 'Twill waste me into smoke else. Can my body retain that breath that would Consume an army dress'd in a rougher habit? Pray, deliver (come, I'm a gentle thief) The breath you stole. [_He kisses her._