_Lil._ O excellently: I am never weary that way: A hundred mile a day is nothing with me. _Bel._ I'le travel under ground: do you hear (sweet Lady?) I find it will be dangerous for a woman. _Ros._ No danger, Sir, I warrant; I love to be under. _Bel._ I see she will abuse me all the world over: But say we pass through _Germany_, and drink hard? _Ros._ We'll learn to drink and swagger too. _Bel._ She'l beat me. Lady, I'le live at home. _Ros._ And I'le live with thee; And we'll keep house together. _Bel._ I'le keep hounds first; And those I hate right heartily. _Pin._ I go for _Turky_, And so it may be up into _Persia_. _Lil._ We cannot know too much, I'le travel with ye. _Pin._ And you'l abuse me? _Lil._ Like enough. _Pin._ 'Tis dainty. _Bel._ I will live in a bawdy-house. _Ros._ I dare come to ye. _Bel._ Say, I am dispos'd to hang my self? _Ros._ There I'le leave ye. _Bel._ I am glad I know how to avoid ye. _Mir._ May I speak yet? _Fac._ She beckons to ye. _Mir._ Lady, I could wish, I knew to recompence, Even with the service of my life, those pains, And those high favours you have thrown upon me; Till I be more desertful in your eye; And till my duty shall make known I honour ye: Noblest of women, do me but this favour, To accept this back again, as a poor testimony. _Ori._ I must have you too with 'em; else the will, That says they must rest with ye, is infring'd, Sir; Which pardon me, I dare not do. _Mir._ Take me then; And take me with the truest love. _Ori._ 'Tis certain, My Brother lov'd ye dearly, and I ought As dearly to preserve that love. But, Sir, Though I were willing, these are but your Ceremonies. _Mir._ As I have life, I speak my soul. _Ori._ I like ye. But how you can like me, without I have Testimony, A Stranger to ye. _Mir._ I'le marry ye immediately, A fair State I dare promise ye. _Bel._ Yet she'll couzen thee. _Ori._ Would some fair Gentleman durst promise for ye. _Mir._ By all that's good. _Enter_ La-Castre, Nantolet, Lugier, & de-Gard. _All._ And we'll make up the rest, Lady. _Ori._ Then _Oriana_ takes ye; nay, she has caught ye; If ye start now let all the world cry shame on ye: I have out travell'd ye. _Bel._ Did not I say she would cheat thee? _Mir._ I thank ye, I am pleas'd, ye have deceiv'd me; And willingly I swallow it, and joy in't; And yet perhaps I know ye: whose plot was this? _Lug._ He is not asham'd that cast it: he that executed, Followed your Fathers will. _Mir._ What a world's this, nothing but craft, and cozenage! _Ori._ Who begun, Sir?