_Fer._ At more leisure, I will enquire the manner, and the means, I cannot spare so much time now from my More strickt embraces: _Virolet_, welcome too, This service weighs down your intended Treason; You long have been mine enemy, learn now To be my friend and loyal, I ask no more, And live as free as _Ferrant_; let him have The forty thousand crowns I gladly promis'd, For my _Ascanio_'s freedom, and deliver His Father, and his wife to him in safety, Something hath passed which I am sorry for, But 'twill not now be help'd; come my _Ascanio_, And reap the harvest of my winter travels. [_Flourish Cornets._ My best _Ascanio_, my lov'd _Ascanio_. _Vir._ My Lord, all former passages forgot, [_Exit_ Fer., _Ascanio._ I am become a suitor. _Ron._ To me _Virolet_? _Vir._ To you, yet will not beg the courtesie, But largely pay you for it. _Ron._ To the purpose. _Vir._ The forty thousand crowns the King hath given me, I will bestow on you, if by your means I may have liberty for a divorce Between me and my wife. _Ron._ Your _Juliana_? That for you hath indur'd so much, so nobly? _Vir._ The more my sorrow; but it must be so. _Ron._ I will not hinder it: without a bribe, For mine own ends, I would have further'd this. I will use all my power. _Vir._ 'Tis all I aske: Oh my curs'd fate, that ever man should hate Himself for being belov'd, or be compell'd To cast away a Jewel, Kings would buy, Though with the loss of Crown and Monarchy! [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Sesse, _Master, Boatswain, Gunner._ _Sesse._ How do I look? _Mast._ You are so strangely alter'd. We scarce can know you, so young again, and utterly From that you were, figure, or any favour; Your friends cannot discern you. _Sesse._ I have none, None but my fair revenge, and let that know me! You are finely alter'd too. _Boats._ To please your humour, But we may pass without disguise, our living Was never in their element. _Gun._ This Jew sure, That alter'd you, is a mad knave. _Ses._ Oh! a most excellent fellow. _Gun._ How he has mew'd your head, has rub'd the snow off, And run your beard into a peak of twenty. _Boats._ Stopt all the crannies in your face. _Mast._ Most rarely. _Boats._ And now you look as plump, your eies as sparkling, As if you were to leap into a Ladies saddle. Has he not set your nose awry? _Ses._ The better. _Boats._ I think it be the better, but 'tis awry sure; _North and by East_, I, there's the point it stands in; Now halfe a _point to the Southward_. _Ses._ I could laugh, But that my business requires no mirth now; Thou art a merry fellow. _Boats._ I would the Jew Sir, Could steer my head right, for I have such a swimming in't, Ever since I went to Sea first.