_Phil._ But I will see it: force the lock (my Lords) There be smiths enough to mend it: I perceive You keep some rare things here, you would not show Sir. Florimel _discovered_. _Ter._ Here's a fair maid indeed. _Phil._ By my faith is she; A hansome girl: come forward, do not fear wench. I marry, here's a treasure worth concealing: Call in the Miller. _Otr._ Then I am discover'd. I confess all before the Miller comes Sir, 'Twas but intention, from all act I am clear yet. _Enter_ Franio. _Phil._ Is this your daughter? _Fra._ Yes, and't please your Highness. This is the shape of her, for her substance Sir, Whether she be now honorable or dishonorable: Whether she be a white-rose, or a canker is the question: I thank my Lord, he made bold with my Philly, If she be for your pace, you had best preserve her Sir, She is tender mouth'd, let her be broken handsomly. _Phil._ Maid, were you stoln? _Flo._ I went not willingly, And't please your Grace, I was never bred so boldly. _Phil._ How has he us'd ye? _Flo._ Yet Sir, very nobly. _Phil._ Be sure ye tell truth, and be sure (my Lord) You have not wrong'd her: if ye have, I tell ye You have lost me, and your self too: speak again (wench) _Flo._ He has not wrong'd me, Sir; I am yet a maid: By all that's white and innocent, I am Sir, Only I suffer'd under strong temptations The heat of youth; but heaven deliver'd me. My Lord, I am no whore, for all I faigned it, And faign'd it cunningly, and made ye loath me: 'Twas time to out-do you: I had been rob'd else, I had been miserable, but I forgive ye. _Phil._ What recompence for this? _Otr._ A great one Sir, First a repentance, and a hearty one. Forgive me sweet. _Flo._ I do my Lord. _Otr._ I thank ye; The next take this, and these: all I have _Florimel_. _Flo._ No good my Lord, these often corrupt Maidens: I dare not touch at these; they are lime for Virgins; But if you'll give me. _Otr._ Any thing in my power. Or in my purchase. _Flo._ Take heed (noble Sir) You'll make me a bold asker. _Otr._ Ask me freely. _Flo._ Ask you? I do ask you, and I deserve ye, I have kept ye from a crying sin would damn ye To Men and Time: I have preserv'd your credit, That would have died to all posterity: Curses of maids shall never now afflict ye, Nor Parents bitter tears make your name barren: If he deserves well that redeems his Countrey, And as a Patriot be remembred nobly, Nay, set the highest: may not I be worthy To be your friend, that have preserv'd your honor? _Otr._ You are, and thus I take ye: thus I seal ye Mine own, and only mine.