_Cam._ I do, indeed; it being a word so seldom Heard from a courtier's mouth. But, pray you, deal plainly, Since you find me simple; what might be the motives Inducing you to leave the freedom of A bachelor's life, on your soft neck to wear The stubborn yoke of marriage; and, of all The beauties in Palermo, to choose me, Poor me? that is the main point you must treat of. _Ful._ Why, I will tell you. Of a little thing You are a pretty peat[151], indifferent fair too; And, like a new-rigg'd ship, both tight and yare: Besides, the quickness of your eye assures An active spirit. _Cam._ You are pleasant, sir; Yet I presume that there was one thing in me, Unmention'd yet, that took you more than all Those parts you have remember'd. _Ful._ What? _Cam._ My wealth, sir. _Ful._ You are in the right; without that, beauty is A flower worn in the morning, at night trod on: But beauty, youth, and fortune meeting in you, I will vouchsafe to marry you. _Cam._ You speak well; And, in return, excuse me, sir, if I Deliver reasons why, upon no terms, I'll marry you: I fable not. _Syl._ I am glad To hear this: I began to have an ague. _Ful._ Come, your wise reasons. _Cam._ Such as they are, pray take them: First, I am doubtful whether you are a man, Since, for your shape, trimm'd up in a lady's dressing, You might pass for a woman; for the fairness Of your complexion, which you think will take me, The colour, I must tell you, in a man, Is weak and faint, and never will hold out, If put to labour: give me the lovely brown, A thick curl'd hair of the same die, a leg without An artificial calf;--I suspect yours; But let that pass. _Syl._ She means me all this while, For I have every one of those good parts; O Sylli! fortunate Sylli! _Cam._ You are moved, sir. _Ful._ Fie! no; go on. _Cam._ Then, as you are a courtier, A graced one too, I fear you have been too forward; And so much for your person. One word more, And I have done. _Ful._ I'll ease you of the trouble, Coy and disdainful! _Cam._ Save me, or else he'll beat me. _Ful._ No, your own folly shall; and, since you put me To my last charm, look upon this, and tremble. [_Shows the king's ring._ _Cam._ At the sight of a fair ring! the king's, I take it? I have seen him wear the like: if he hath sent it, As a favour, to me---- _Ful._ Yes, 'tis very likely, His dying mother's gift, prized as his crown! By this he does command you to be mine; By his gift you are so:--you may yet redeem all.