_Gos._ Stand at the door my friends? I pray walk in: welcom fair Mistris _Francis_, See what the house affords, there's a young Lady Will bid you welcom. _Vanl._ We joy your happiness. [_Exeunt._ _Gos._ I hope it will be so: _Clause_ nobly welcom, My honest, my best friend, I have been carefull To see thy monys-- _Clau._ Sir, that brought not me, Do you know this Ring again? _Gos._ Thou hadst it of me. _Cla._ And do you well remember yet, the boun you gave me Upon the return of this? _Gos._ Yes, and I grant it, Be it what it will: ask what thou canst, I'le do it; Within my power. _Cla._ Ye are not married yet? _Gos._ No. _Cla._ Faith I shall ask you that that will disturb ye, But I must put ye to your promise. _Gos._ Do, And if I faint and flinch in't-- _Cla._ Well said Master, And yet it grieves me too: and yet it must be. _Gos._ Prethee distrust me not. _Cla._ You must not marry, That's part of the power you gave me: which to make up, You must presently depart, and follow me. _Gos._ Not marry, _Clause_? _Cla._ Not if you keep your promise, And give me power to ask. _Gos._ Pre'thee think better, I will obey, by Heaven. _Cla._ I have thought the best, Sir _Gos._ Give me thy reason, do'st thou fear her honesty? _Cla._ Chaste as the ice, for any thing I know, Sir. _Gos._ Why should'st thou light on that then? to what purpose? _Cla._ I must not now discover. _Gos._ Must not marry? Shall I break now when my poor heart is pawn'd? When all the preparation? _Cla._ Now or never. _Gos._ Come, 'tis not that thou would'st: thou do'st but fright me. _Cla._ Upon my soul it is, Sir, and I bind ye. _Gos._ _Clause_, can'st thou be so cruel? _Cla._ You may break, Sir, But never more in my thoughts appear honest. _Gos._ Did'st ever see her? _Cla._ No. _Gos._ She is such a thing, O _Clause_, she is such a wonder, such a mirror, For beauty, and fair vertue, _Europe_ has not: Why hast thou made me happy, to undo me? But look upon her; then if thy heart relent not, I'le quit her presently: who waits there? _Ser._ [_within_] Sir. _Gos._ Bid my fair love come hither, and the Company. Prethee be good unto me; take a mans heart And look upon her truly: take a friends heart And feel what misery must follow this. _Cla._ Take you a noble heart and keep your promise; I forsook all I had, to make you happy. _Enter_ Gertrude, Vandunk, _and the rest_ Merchants. Can that thing call'd a Woman, stop your goodness? _Gos._ Look there she is, deal with me as thou wilt now, Did'st ever see a fairer? _Cla._ She is most goodly. _Gos._ Pray ye stand still. _Ger._ What ails my love? _Gos._ Didst thou ever, By the fair light of Heave[n], behold a sweeter? O that thou knew'st but love, or ever felt him, Look well, look narrowly upon her beauties. _1 Mer._ Sure h'as some strange design in hand, he starts so. _2 Mer._ This Beggar has a strong power over his pleasure. _Gos._ View all her body, _Cla._ 'Tis exact and excellent.