Paul. _Look on this_ MAID OF HONOUR, _now Truly honour'd in her vow She pays to heaven. This fair hair (Favours for great kings to wear) Must now be shorn; her rich array Changed into a homely gray: Instead of dainties, from the spring, For wine, cold water we will bring; And with fasting mortify The feasts of sensuality. Her jewels, beads; and she must look Not in a glass, but holy book, To teach her the ne'er-erring way To immortality. O may She, as she purposes to be A child new-born to piety, Perséver[167] in it, and good men, With saints and angels, say, Amen_! _Cam._ This is the marriage! this the port to which My vows must steer me! Fill my spreading sails With the pure wind of your devotions for me, That I may touch the secure haven, where Eternal happiness keeps her residence, Temptations to frailty never entering! I am dead to the world, and thus dispose Of what I leave behind me; and, dividing My state into three parts, I thus bequeath it: The first to the fair nunnery, to which I dedicate the last and better part Of my frail life; a second portion To pious uses; and the third to thee, Adorni, for thy true and faithful service. And, ere I take my last farewell, with hope To find a grant, my suit to you is, that You would, for my sake, pardon this young man, And to his merits love him, and no further. _Rob._ I thus confirm it. [_Gives his hand to_ FULGENTIO. _Cam._ And, as e'er you hope, [_To_ BERTOLDO. Like me, to be made happy, I conjure you To reassume your order; and in fighting Bravely against the enemies of our faith, Redeem your mortgaged honour. _Gonz._ I restore this: [_Gives him the white cross._ Once more, brothers in arms. _Bert._ I'll live and die so. _Cam._ To you my pious wishes! And, to end All differences, great sir, I beseech you To be an arbitrator, and compound The quarrel long continuing between The duke and duchess. _Rob._ I will take it into My special care. _Cam._ I am then at rest. Now, father, Conduct me where you please. [_Exeunt_ PAULO _and_ CAMIOLA. _Rob._ She well deserves Her name, _the Maid of Honour_! May she stand, To all posterity, a fair example For noble maids to imitate! Since to live In wealth and pleasure's common, but to part with Such poison'd baits is rare; there being nothing Upon this stage of life to be commended, Though well begun, till it be fully ended. [_Flourish. Exeunt._ FOOTNOTES: [166] _Erect one here_,] i. e. _a temple_.--M. MASON. [167] _Perséver._] So this word was anciently written and pronounced.--GIFFORD. END OF VOL. I. Transcriber's Notes: Words surrounded by _ are italicized. Small capitals are presented as all capitals in this e-text.