_Ami._ Madam we must. _Lami._ Are ye all agreed? _Omnes._ We be. _Lami._ Then as I am a Maid, I shall choose here. _Montague_ I must have thee. _Mont._ Why Madam, I have learnt to suffer more Than you can (out of pity) mock me with this way especially. _Lami._ Thou think'st I jest now; But by the love I bear thee, I will have thee. _Mont._ If you could be so weak to love a fall'n man, He must deserve more than I ever can, Or ever shall (dear Lady;) look but this way Upon that Lord, and you will tell me then Your eyes are no true choosers of good men. _Ami._ Do you love him truly? _Lam._ Yes my Lord, I will obey him truly, for I'll marry him, and justly think he that has so well serv'd me with his obedience, being born to greatness, must use me nobly of necessity, when I shall serve him. _Ami._ 'Twere a deep sin to cross ye, noble _Montague_, I wish ye all content, and am as happy In my friends good as it were meerly mine. _Mont._ Your Lordship does ill to give up your right; I am not capable of this great goodness, There sits my wife that holds my troth. _Cha._ I'll end all, I wooed you for my Lady, and now give up my Title, alas poor wench, my aims are lower far. _Mont._ How's this sweet-heart? _Lami._ Sweet-heart 'tis so, the drift was mine to hide My purpose till it struck home. _Omnes._ [God g]ive you joy. _Lami._ Prethee leave wondring, by this kiss I'll have thee. _Mont._ Then by this kiss, and this, I'll ever serve ye. _Long._ This Gentleman and I Sir, must needs hope once more to follow ye. _Mont._ As friends and fellows, never as servants more. _Long. Dub._ You make us happy. _Orl._ Friend _Montague_, ye have taught me so much honor, I have found a fault in my self, but thus I'll purge my conscience of it, the late Land I took by false play, from you, with as much contrition, and entireness of affection to this most happy day again, I render; be master of your own, forget my malice, and make me worthy of your love, L. _Montague_. _Mont._ You have won me and honor to your name. _Mal._ Since your Lordship has begun good deeds, we'll follow; good Sir forgive us, we are now those men fear you for goodness sake; those sums of money unjustly we detain from you, on your pardon shall be restor'd again, and we your servants. _La-p._ You are very forward Sir, it seems you have money, I pray you lay out, I'll pay you, or pray for you, as the Sea works. _Lav._ Their pennance Sir, I'll undertake, so please ye To grant me one concealment. _Long._ A right Courtier, still a begging. _Mont._ What is it Sir? _Lav._ A Gentlewoman. _Mont._ In my gift? _Lav._ Yes Sir, in yours. _Mont._ Why, bring her forth, and take her. _Lami._ What wench would he have? _Mont._ Any wench I think.