_Val._ 'Tis manly. _Gomera_, you are a brave accomplish'd Gentleman A braver no where lives than is _Miranda_, In the white way of virtue, and true valour. Ye have been a pilgrim long: yet no man farther Has trode those thorny steps, than young _Miranda_, You are gentle: he is gentleness it self: Experience Calls you her brother; this her hopeful heir. _Nor._ The young man now, and 't be thy Will. _Val._ Your hand, Sir; You undertook first: nobly undertook, This Ladies cause: you made it good, and fought it You must be serv'd first, take her, and enjoy her; I give her to you: kiss her, are you pleas'd now? _Gom._ My joy's so much I cannot speak. _Val._ Nay, fairest Sir; You must not be displeas'd: you break your promise. _Mir._ I never griev'd at good, nor dare I now, Sir, Though something seem strange to me. _Val._ I have provided A better match for you: more full of Beauty, I'll wed ye to our Order: there's a Mistriss, Whose beauty ne'r decaies: time stands below her: Whose honor, _Ermin-like_, can never suffer, Spot, or black soil; whose eternal issue Fame brings up at her breasts, and leaves 'em sainted, Her you shall marry. _Mir._ I must humbly thank ye. _Val._ Saint _Thomas Fort_, a charge of no small value I give ye too, in present, to keep waking Your noble spirits; and to breed ye pious, I'll send ye a probation Robe, wear that Till ye shall please to be our brother: how now? _Enter_ Astorius. _Ast. Mountferrat_'s fled, Sir. _Val._ Let him go awhile Till we have done these Rites, and seen these coupled: His mischief now lies open: come all friends now. And so let's march to th' Temple, sound those Instruments, That were the signal to a day of bloud; Evil beginning hours may end in good. [_Florish._ _Nor._ Come, we'll have wenches man, and all brave things. ---- Let her go: we'll want no Mistresses, Good Swords, and good strong Armors. _Mir._ Those are best Captain. _Nor._ And fight till Queens be in love with us, and run after us. I'll see ye at the Fort within these two days, And let's be merry prethee. _Mir._ By that time I shall. _Nor._ Why that's well said: I like a good heart truly. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima._ _Enter_ Norandine, _and Servant, Corporal and Soldiers above_. _Ser._ The day's not yet broke, Sir. _Nor._ 'Tis the cooler riding, I must goe see _Miranda_: bring my horse Round to the _South_ Port: I'll out here at the beach And meet ye at the end o' th' Sycamores: 'Tis a sweet Walk, and if the wind be stirring Serves like a Fan to cool. [_Corporal and Watch above singing._ SONG.