_Merch._ Sirrah, I'll make you know you are my prentice, And whom my charitable love redeem'd Even from the fall of fortune; gave thee heat And growth, to be what now thou art; new cast thee, Adding the trust of all I have at home, In foreign staples, or upon the sea, To thy direction; tied the good opinions Both of myself and friends to thy endeavours,-- So fair were thy beginnings. But with these, As I remember, you had never charge To love your master's daughter, and even then, When I had found a wealthy husband for her, I take it, sir, you had not; but, however, I'll break the neck of that commission, And make you know you're but a merchant's factor. _Jasp._ Sir, I do lib'rally confess I'm yours, Bound both by love and duty to your service: In which my labour hath been all my profit. I have not lost in bargain, nor delighted To wear your honest gains upon my back, Nor have I giv'n a pension to my blood, Or lavishly in play consum'd your stock. These, and the miseries that do attend them, I dare with innocence proclaim are strangers To all my temperate actions; for your daughter, If there be any love to my deservings Borne by her virtuous self, I cannot stop it: Nor am I able to refrain her wishes. She's private to herself, and best of knowledge Whom she will make so happy as to sigh for. Besides, I cannot think you mean to match her Unto a fellow of so lame a presence, One that hath little left of nature in him. _Merch._ 'Tis very well, sir, I can tell your wisdom How all this shall be cured. _Jasp._ Your care becomes you. _Merch._ And thus it shall be, sir; I here discharge you My house and service. Take your liberty, And when I want a son I'll send for you. [_Exit._ _Jasp._ These be the fair rewards of them that love, Oh you that live in freedom never prove The travail of a mind led by desire. _Enter_ LUCE. _Luce._ Why how now, friend, struck with my father's thunder? _Jasp._ Struck, and struck dead, unless the remedy Be full of speed and virtue; I am now, What I expected long, no more your father's. _Luce._ But mine. _Jasp._ But yours, and only yours I am, That's all I have to keep me from the statute; You dare be constant still? _Luce._ O fear me not. In this I dare be better than a woman. Nor shall his anger nor his offers move me, Were they both equal to a prince's power. _Jasp._ You know my rival? _Luce._ Yes, and love him dearly, E'en as I love an ague, or foul weather; I prithee, Jasper, fear him not. _Jasp._ Oh no, I do not mean to do him so much kindness. But to our own desires: you know the plot We both agreed on.