_Ben._ My _Angelina_, never didst thou yet So please me, as in this consent; and yet Thou hast pleas'd me well, I swear, old wench: ha, ha. _Ferdinand_, she's thine own; thou'st have her, boy, Ask thy good Lady else. _Ferd._ Whom shall I have, Sir? _Ben._ Whom d' ye think, ifaith? _Angel._ Ghess. _Ferd._ Noble Madam, I may hope (prompted by shallow merit) Through your profound grace, for your chamber-maid. _Ben._ How 's that? how 's that? [_Ferd._ Her chamber-maid, my Lord. _Ben._] Her chamber-pot, my Lord. You modest ass, Thou never shew'dst thy self an ass till now. 'Fore Heaven I am angrie with thee. Sirha, sirha, This whitmeat spirit's not yours, legitimate, Advance your hope, and 't please you: ghess again. _Ang._ And let your thoughts flee higher: aim them right; Sir, you may hit, you have the fairest white. _Ferd._ If I may be so bold then, my good Lord, Your favour doth encourage me to aspire To catch my Ladyes Gentlewoman. _Ben._ Where? Where would you catch her? Do you know my daughter _Violanta_, Sir? _Ang._ Well said: no more about the bush. _Ferd._ My good Lord, I have gaz'd on _Violanta_, and the stars, Whose Heavenly influence I admir'd, not knew, Nor ever was so sinful to believe I might attain 't. _Ben._ Now you are an ass again; For if thou ne'er attain'st, 't is onely long Of that faint heart of thine, which never did it. She is your Lords heir, mine, _Benvoglio_'s heir, My brothers too, _Randulpho_'s; her descent Not behinde any of the _Millanois_. And _Ferdinand_, although thy parentage Be unknown, thou know'st that I have bred thee up From five yeers old, and (do not blush to hear it) Have found thy wisdom, trust, and fair success So full in all my affa[ir]s, that I am fitter To call thee Master, then thou me thy Lord. Thou canst not be but sprung of gentlest blood; Thy minde shines thorow thee, like the radiant sun, Although thy body be a beauteous cloud. Come, seriously this is no flatterie, And well thou know'st it, though thy modest blood Rise like the morning in thy cheek to hear 't. Sir, I can speak in earnest: Vertuous service, So meritorious, _Ferdinand_, as yours, (Yet bashful still, and silent?) should extract A fuller price then impudence exact: And this is now the wages it must have; My daughter is thy wife, my wealth thy slave. _Ferd._ Good Madam pinch; I sleep: does my Lord mock, And you assist? Custom's inverted quite; For old men now adays do flout the young. _Ben._ Fetch _Violanta_. As I intend this Religiously, let my soul finde joy or pain. [_Exit Angelina._