_Fra._ I did (my Liege) I must confess I did, And I confess, I ne'r would have confess'd, Had not that womans tongue begun to me: We poor ones love, and would have comforts, Sir, As well as great: this is no strange fault, Sir, There's many men keep other mens children As though they were their own. _Bust._ It may stretch farther yet, I beseech you (my Liege) let this woman be a little farther examin'd; let the words of her conscience be search'd, I would know how she came by me: I am a lost child, if I be theirs: though I have been brought up in a Mill, yet I had ever a mind (methought) to be a greater man. _Phil._ She will resolve you sure. _Gill._ I, I Boy: thou art mine own flesh and blood, Born of mine own body. _Bust._ 'Tis very unlikely that such a body should bear me; There's no trust in these Millers. Woman, tell the truth: my father shall forgive thee, whatsoever he was, were he Knight, Squire, or Captain; less he should not be. _Gill._ Thou art mine own child, Boy. _Bust._ And was the Miller my Father? _Gill._ Wouldst thou make thy Mother a whore, Knave? _Bust._ I, if she make me a Bastard. The rack must make her confess (my Lord) I shall never come to know who I am else. I have a worshipful mind in me sure: methinks I do scorn poor folks. _Enter_ Otrante, Florimel _and_ Julio, _&c._ _Phil._ Here comes the brightest glory of the day: Love yoak'd with love, the best equality, Without the level of estate or person. _Jul._ You both shall be rewarded bountifully, Wee'll be akin too; Brother and Sister Shall be chang'd with us ever. _Bust._ Thank you (Unkle) my sister is my cosen yet at the last cast: Farewell sister foster. If I had known the Civil Law would have allowed it, thou hadst had another manner of Husband then thou hast: but much good do thee; I'll dance at thy wedding, kiss the Bride, and so. _Jul._ Why, how now sirha? _Bust._ 'Tis lawful now, she's none of my Sister. It was a Miller and a Lord That had a scabbard and a sword He put it up in the Countrey word The Miller and his daughter. She has a face, and she can sing, She has a Grace, and she can spring, She has a place with another thing Tradoodle. _Fra._ A knavish Brother of yours (my Lord.) _Bust._ Would I were acquainted with your Taylor (Noble Brother.) _Otr._ You may: there he is: mine, newly entertain'd. _Ver._ If you have any work for me, I can fit you Sir, I fitted the Lady. _Bust._ My Sister (Tailor,) what fits her will hardly fit me. _Ver._ Who fits her may fit you Sir, the Tailor can do both. _Bust._ You have a true yard (Tailor.) _Ver._ Ne'r a whit too long, I warrant you.