_Val._ O all ye gods, With mercy look on this declining rock Of valour, and of virtue; breed not up (From infancie) in honor, to full man, As you have done him, to destroy: here, strike; For I have onely search'd thy wound: dispatch; Far, far be such love from _Valerius_, So far he scorns to live to be call'd brother By him that dares own such folly and such vice. _Mar._ 'T is truth thou speak'st; but I do hate it: peace, If heaven will snatch my sword out of my hand, And put a rattle in it, what can I do? He that is destin'd to be odious In his old age, must undergo his fate. _Enter Cornelius and Nichodemus._ _Corn._ If you do not back me, I shall never do't. _Nich._ I warrant you. _Corn._ Humh, humh: Sir; my Lord, my Lord. _Mart._ Hah? what's the matter? _Corn._ Humh; concerning the odd fifty, my Lord, and 't please your Generality, his Worship, Sir _Nichodemus_. _Mar._ What's here? a Pass? you would for _Rome_? you lubbers, doth one days laziness make ye covet home? away, ye boarish rogues; ye dogs, away. _Enter wife._ _Wife._ Oh, oh, oh: How now man, are you satisfi'd? _Corn._ I, I, I: a ---- o' your Corporal; I 'm paid soundly, I was never better paid in all my life. _Wife._ Mar[r]y the gods blessing on his honors heart: you have done a charitable deed, Sir, many more such may you live to do, Sir: the gods keep you, Sir, the gods protect you. [_Exit._ _Mar._ These peasants mock me sure (_Valerius_) Forgive my dotage, see my ashes urn'd, And tell fair _Dorigen_, (she that but now Left me with this harsh vow, Sooner these rocks Should be remov'd, then she would yield) that I Was yet so loving, on her gift to die. _Val._ O _Jupiter_ forbid it, Sir, and grant This my device may certifie thy mind: You are my brother, nor must perish thus: Be comforted: think you fair _Dorigen_ Would yield your wishes, if these envious rocks By skill could be remov'd, or by fallacie She made believe so? _Mar._ Why, she could not chuse; The _Athenians_ are religious in their vows, Above all nations. _Val._ Soft, down yonder hill The Lady comes this way, once more to trie her, If she persist in obstinacie: by my skill Learn'd from the old _Caldean_ was my Tutor, Who train'd me in the _Mathematicks_, I will So dazle and delude her sight, that she Shall think this great impossibilitie Effected by some supernatural means. Be confident; this engine shall at least, Till the gods better order, still this brest. [_Exit Valerius._ _Mar._ O my best brother, go; and for reward, Chuse any part o'th' world, I'll give it thee. O little _Rome_, men say thou art a god; Thou mightst have got a fitter fool then I. _Enter Dorigen._