_Ism._ Yes, I vow to you, had _Antonio_ Wedded _Isabella, Isme[n]ia_ Had not been lost, there had been her lover. _Ant._ Why much good do you friend, take her to you: I crave but one, here have I my wish full, I am glad we shall be so near neighbors. _Mar._ Take both Sir, _Juno_ to boot: three parts in one, S. _Hilarie_ bless you, now opportunity Beware to meet with falshood, if thou canst Shun it, my friends faith's turning from him. _Ism._ Might I not justly accuse _Antonio_ For a love-wanderer? you know no other But me, for another, and confess troth now? _Ant._ Here was my guide, where ere I find this face, I am a Lover, marry, I must not miss This freckle then, I have the number of 'em, Nor this dimple, no[t] a silk from this brow, I carry the full Idea ever with me; If nature can so punctually parallel, I may be cozened. _Ism._ Well, all this is even: But now, to perfect all, our love must now Come to our Enemies hands, where neither part Will ever give consent to't. _Ant._ Most certain: For which reason it must not be put to'em: Have we not prevention in our own hands. Shall I walk by the tree? desire the fruit, Yet be so nice to pull till I ask leave Of the churlish Gard'ner, that will deny me? _Ism._ O _Antonio_. _Ant._ 'Tis manners to fall to When grace is said. _Ism._ That holy acts to come. _Mar._ You may open an oyster or two before grace. _Ant._ Are there not double vows, as valuable And as well spoke as any Frier utters? Heaven has heard all. _Ism._ Yes: but stayes the blessing, Till all dues be done: heaven is not serv'd by halfs. We shall have ne'r a fathers blessing here, Let us not lose the better, from above. _Ant._ You take up weapons of unequal force, It shows you cowardly: heark in your ear. _Am._ Have I lost all imployment? Would this proffer Had been to me, though I had paid it With a reasonable pennance. _Mar._ Have I past All thy fore-lock (Time?) I'll stretch a long arm But I'll catch hold again: Do but look back Over thy shoulder, and have a pull at thee. _Ism._ I hear you (Sir) nor can I hear too much While you speak well: You know th'accustom'd place Of our night-parley: if you can ascend, The window shall receive you. You may find there A corrupted Church-man to bid you welcome. _Ant._ I would meet no other man. _Ism. Aminta_, you hear this. _Am._ With joy (Madam) 'cause it pleases you. It may be mine own case another time: Now you go the right way; ask the Banes out, Put it past father, or friends, to forbid it, And then you're sure. Sir, your _Hymen_ Taper I'll light up for you: the window shall show you The way to _Sestos_. _Ant._ I'll venture drowning.