_Dor._ By th' mass, she must, Sir; For I'le no Husband here, before I know him: And so good morrow to ye: Come, let's go seek 'em. _Sam._ I told ye what ye had done. _Hyl._ Is the Devil stirring? Well, go with me; for now I will be married. [_Exeunt._ SCENE VIII. _Enter_ Michael, Valentine, _and_ Alice. _Mich._ I have brought him back again. _Val._ You have done a friendship, Worthy the love you bear me. _Mich._ Would he had so too. _Val._ O he's a worthy young man. _Mich._ When all's try'd, I fear you'll change your faith: bring in the Gentleman. _Enter_ Francis, _Servant_, _Abbess_, _and_ Cellide, _severally_. _Val._ My happy Mistress too! now Fortune help me, And all you Stars that govern chast desires Shine fair, and lovely. _Ab._ But one hour, dear Daughter, To hear your Guardian, what he can deliver In Loves defence, and his: and then your pleasure. _Cell._ Though much unwilling, you have made me yield, More for his sake I see: how full of sorrow Sweet catching sorrow, he appears! O love, That thou but knew'st to heal, as well as hurt us. _Mich._ Be rul'd by me: I see her eye fast on him: And what ye heard, believe, for 'tis so certain He neither dar'd, nor must oppose my evidence; And be you wise, young Lady, and believe too, This man you love, Sir? _Val._ As I love my soul, Sir. _Mich._ This man you put into a free possession Of what his wants could ask: or your self render? _Val._ And shall do still. _Mich._ Nothing was barr'd his liberty But this fair Maid; that friendship first was broken, And you, and she abus'd; next, (to my sorrow So fair a form should hide so dark intentions) He hath himself confess'd (my purpose being Only to stop his journey, by that policy Of laying Felony to his charge, to fright the Sailers) Divers abuses done, Thefts often practis'd, Monyes, and Jewels too, and those no trifles. _Cell._ O where have I bestrew'd my faith! in neither! Let's in for ever now, there is vertue. _Mich._ Nay do not wonder at it, he shall say it: Are ye not guilty thus? _Fran._ Yes: O my Fortune! _Mich._ To give a proof I speak not enviously, Look here; do you know these Jewels? _Cell._ In, good Mother. _Enter_ Thomas, Dorothy, _and_ Mary: _then_ Sebastian, _and_ Launcelot. _Val._ These Jewels I have known. _Dor._ You have made brave sport. _Tho._ I'le make more, if I live Wench, Nay do not look on me; I care not for ye. _Lan._ Do you see now plain? that's Mistris _Dorothy_, And that's his Mistris. _Seb._ Peace, let my joy work easily, Ha, boy! art there my boy? mine own boy, _Tom_, boy, Home _Lance_, and strike a fresh piece of Wine, the Town's ours. _Val._ Sure, I have know[n] these Jewels.