_Vir._ No. _Mart._ Wilt thou for life sake? _Vir._ No, I know your subtilty. _Mart._ For honor sake? _Vir._ I will not be a Pageant, My mind was ever firm, and so I'll lose it. _Mart._ I'll starve thee to it. _Vir._ I'll starve my self, and cross it. _Mart._ I'll lay thee on such miseries-- _Vir._ I'll wear 'em, And with that wantonness, you do your Bracelets. _Mart._ I'll be a month a killing thee. _Vir._ Poor Lady, I'll be a month a dying then: what's that? There's many a Calenture out-does your cruelty. _Mart._ How might I do in killing of his body, To save his Noble mind? Who waits there? _Enter a Sailor, with a rich Cap and Mantle._ _Sayl._ Madam. _Mart._ Unbolt this man, and leave those things behind you: And so away, now put 'em on. [_Exit Sailer._ _Vir._ To what end? _Mart._ To my End, to my Will. _Vir._ I will. _Mart._ I thank you. _Vir._ Nay, now you thank me, I'll do more, I'll tell ye, I am a servant to your courtesie. And so far will be woo'd: but if this triumph Be only aim'd to make your mischief glorious; Lady, y'ave put a richer shroud upon me, Which my strong mind shall suffer in. _Mart._ Come hither, And all thy bravery put into thy carriage, For I will admire thee. _Vir._ Whither will this woman? _Asc._ Take heed my friend. _Mart._ Look as thou scorn'dst my cruelty: I know thou dost. _Vir._ I never fear'd nor flatter'd. _Mart._ No if thou hadst, thou hadst died, and I had gloried. I suffer now, and thou which art my prisoner, Hast nobly won the free power to despise me. I love thee, and admire thee for thy Nobleness; And, for thy manly sufferance, am thy servant. _Vir._ Good Lady, mock me not. _Mart._ By heaven I love thee; And by the soul of love, am one piece with thee. Thy mind, thy mind; thy brave, thy manly mind: That like a Rock, stands all the storms of fortune, And beats 'em roaring back they cannot reach thee: That lovely mind I dote on, not the body; That mind has rob'd me of my liberty: That mind has darken'd all my bravery, And into poor despis'd things, turn'd my angers. Receive me to your love Sir, and instruct me; Receive me to your bed, and marry me; I'll wait upon you, bless the hour I knew you. _Vir._ Is this a new way? _Mart._ If you doubt my faith. First take your liberty; I'll make it perfect, Or any thing within my power. _Vir._ I love you; But how to recompence your love with marriage? Alas, I have a wife. _Mart._ Dearer tha[n] I am? That will adventure so much for your safety? Forget her father's wrongs, quit her own honor, Pull on her, for a strangers sake, all curses?