_Cit._ Take you no care for _Ralph_, He'll discharge himself I warrant you. _Wife._ I'faith Gentlemen, I'll give [my] word for _Ralph_. _Actus Primus. Scæna Prima._ _Enter_ Merchant _and_ Jasper _his Man_. _Merch._ Sirrah, I'll make you know you are my Prentice, And whom my charitable love redeem'd Even from the fall of fortune; gave thee heat And growth, to be what now thou art, new cast thee, Adding the trust of all I have at home, In forreign Staples, or upon the Sea To thy direction, ti'de the good opinions Both of [my]self and friends to thy endeavors, So fair were thy beginnings: but with these As I remember you had never charge, To love your Masters Daughter, and even then, When I had found a wealthy Husband for her, I take it, Sir, you had not: but however, I'll break the neck of that Commission, And make you know you are but a Merchants Factor. _Jasp._ Sir, I do liberally confess I am yours, Bound both by love and duty to your service; In which my labor hath been all my profit; I have not lost in bargain, nor delighted To wear your honest gains upon my back, Nor have I given a pension to my bloud, Or lavishly in play consum'd your stock. These, and the miseries that do attend them, I dare with innocence, proclaim are strangers To all my temperate actions: for your Daughter, If there be any love to my deservings, Born by her virtuous self, I cannot stop it: Nor am I able to refrain her wishes. She's private to her self, and best of knowledge, Whom she'll make so happy as to sigh for. Besides, I cannot think you mean to match her, Unto a fellow of so lame a presence, One that hath little left of _Nature_ in him. _Mer._ 'Tis very well, Sir, I can tell your wisdom How all this shall be cur'd. _Jasp._ Your care becomes you. _Merc._ And thus it shall be, Sir, I here discharge you, My house, and service, take your liberty, And when I want a Son I'll send for you. [_Exit._ _Jasp._ These be the fair rewards of them that love, Oh you that live in freedom never prove The travel of a mind led by desire. _Enter_ Luce. _Luce._ Why how now friend, struck with my Fathers thunder? _Jasp._ Struck, and struck dead, unless the remedy Be full of speed and virtue; I am now, What I expected long, no more your father's. _Luce._ But mine. _Jasp._ But yours, and only yours I am, That's all I have to keep me from the statute: You dare be constant still? _Luce._ O fear me not. In this I dare be better than a woman. Nor shall his anger, nor his offers move me, Were they both equal to a Princes power. _Jasp._ You know my Rival? _Luce._ Yes, and love him dearly, Even as I love an ague, or foul weather, I prethee _Jasper_ fear him not.