_Sil._ What do I hear then, And wherefore have I life bestow'd and honor? To what end do I walk? for men to wonder at, And fight, and fool? pray ye take your honors from me, (My sorrows are not fit companions for 'em) And when ye please my life: Art thou gone Mistriss, And wander'st heaven knows where? this vow I make thee, That till I find thee out, and see those fair eyes; Those eyes that shed their lights, and life into me, Never to know a friend, to seek a kindred, To rest where pleasure dwels, and painted glory, But through the world; the wide world, thus to wander, The wretched world alone, no comfort with me, But the meer meditations of thy goodness: Honor and greatness, thus adieu. _Enter_ Belvidere. _Bel._ Stay _Silvio_, And Lady sit again, I come for Justice. _Sil._ What would she now? _Bel._ To claim thy promise _Silvio_, The boon thou swor'st to give me. _Sy._ What may this be, A Woman or a Devil? _Duch._ 'Tis a Witch sure, And by her means he came to untwist this Riddle. _Sil._ That I am bound to her for my life, mine honor; And many other thousand ways for comfort I here confess: confess a promise too, That what she would aske me to requite these favours, Within the endeavour of my life to grant, I would; and here I stand my words full master. _Bel._ I wish no more: great Lady, witness with me, The boon I crave for all my service to thee, Is now to be thy wife, to grant me marriage. _Sil._ How? for to marry thee? ask again woman, Thou wilful woman, ask again. _Bel._ No more Sir. _Sil._ Ask Land, and Life. _Bel._ I aske thee for a Husband. _Soto._ Marry her, and beat her into Gun-powder, She would make rare Crackers. _Sil._ Ask a better fortune, Thou art too old to marry: I a Soldier, And always married to my sword. _Bel._ Thy word Fool, Break that, and I'll break all thy fortunes yet. _Dutch._ He shall not, I am witness to his faith: and I'll compel it. _Sy._ 'Tis fit ye hold your word, Sir. _Sil._ Oh most wretched. _Dutch._ This was a fortune now beyond my wishes, For now my Daughter's free, if e'er I find her. _Sy._ But not from me. _Dutch._ You are sharer in this happiness, My self will wait upon this marriage, And do the old woman all the honor possible. _Sy._ I'll lead the Knight, and what there wants in dalliance, We'll take it out in drink. _Sil._ Oh wretched _Silvio_. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Secunda._ _Enter_ Lopez _and_ Isabella. _Lop._ Hast thou sent for him? _Isab._ Yes. _Lop._ A young man, saist thou? _Isab._ Yes, very young, and very amorous. _Lop._ And handsome? _Isab._ As the Town affords.