_Alice._ They are they, certain. _Val._ Good Heaven, that they were. _Alice._ I'le pawn my life on't, And this is he; come hither Mistris _Dorothy_, And Mistris _Mary_: who does that face look like; And view my Brother well? _Dor._ In truth like him. _Ma._ Upon my troth exceeding like. _Mich._ Beshrew me, But much, and main resemblance, both of face And lineaments of body: now Heaven grant it. _Ali._ My Brother's full of passion, I'le speak to him. Now, as you are a Gentleman, resolve me, Where did you get these Jewels? _Fran._ Now I'le tell ye, Because blind fortune yet may make me happy, Of whom I had 'em I have never heard yet, But from my infancy, upon this arm I ever wore 'em. _Ali._ 'Tis _Francisco_, Brother, By Heaven I ty'd 'em on: a little more, Sir, A little, little more, what parents have ye? _Fra._ None, That I know yet: the more my stubborn fortune, But as I heard a Merchant say that bred me, Who, to my more affliction, dyed a poor man, When I reach'd eighteen years. _Ali._ What said that Merchant? _Fra._ He said, an infant, in the _Genoway_ Galleys, But from what place he never could direct me, I was taken in a Sea-fight, and from a Mariner, Out of his manly pity he redeem'd me. He told me of a Nurse that waited on me, But she, poor soul, he said was killed. A Letter too I had enclos'd within me, To one _Castruccio_ a Venetian Merchant, To bring me up: the man, when years allow'd me, And want of friends compell'd, I sought, but found him Long dead before, and all my hopes gone with him. The Wars was my retreat then, and my travel In which I found this Gentlemans free bounty, For which Heaven recompenc'd him: now ye have all. _Val._ And all the worldly bliss that Heaven can send me, And all my prayers and thanks. _Alice._ Down o' your knees, Sir, For now you have found a Father, and that Father That will not venture ye again in Galleys. _Mich._ 'Tis true, believe her, Sir, and we all joy with ye. _Val._ My best friend still: my dearest: now Heaven bless thee, And make me worthy of this benefit. Now my best Mistress. _Cel._ Now Sir, I come to ye. _Ab._ No, no, let's in Wench. _Cell._ Not for the world, now, Mother, And thus, Sir, all my service I pay to you, And all my love to him. _Val._ And may it prosper, Take her _Francisco_: now no more young _Callidon_, And love her dearly, for thy Father does so. _Fran._ May all hate seek me else, and thus I seal it. _Val._ Nothing but mirth now, friends. _Enter_ Hylas _and_ Sam. _Hyl._ Nay, I will find him. _Sam._ What do all these here? _Tho._ You are a trusty Husband, And a hot lover too. _Hyl._ Nay then, good morrow, Now I perceive the Knavery. _Sam._ I still told ye.