Young Geraldine. However, let us love still, I entreat: That, neighbourhood and breeding will allow; So much the laws divine and human both ’Twixt brother and a sister will approve; Heaven then forbid that they should limit us Wish well to one another! Wife. If they should not, We might proclaim they were not charitable, Which were a deadly sin but to conceive. Young Geraldine. Will you resolve me one thing? Wife. As to one That in my bosom hath a second place, Next my dear husband. Young Geraldine. That’s the thing I crave, And only that--to have a place next him. Wife. Presume on that already; but perhaps You mean to stretch it further. Young Geraldine. Only thus far: Your husband’s old, to whom my soul doth wish A Nestor’s age, so much he merits from me; Yet if (as proof and Nature daily teach Men cannot always live, especially Such as are old and crazed) he be called hence, Fairly, in full maturity of time, And we two be reserved to after-life, Will you confer your widowhood on me? Wife. You ask the thing I was about to beg; Your tongue hath spake mine own thoughts. Young Geraldine. Vow to that. Wife. As I hope mercy. Young Geraldine. ’Tis enough; that word Alone instates me happy. Now, so please you, We will divide, you to your private chamber, I to find out my friend. Wife. Nay, Master Geraldine, One ceremony rests yet unperformed: My vow is past, your oath must next proceed; And as you covet to be sure of me, Of you I would be certain. Young Geraldine. Make ye doubt? Wife. No doubt; but Love’s still jealous, and in that To be excused; you then shall swear by Heaven, And as in all your future acts you hope To thrive and prosper; as the day may yield Comfort, or the night rest; as you would keep Entire the honour of your father’s house, And free your name from scandal and reproach; By all the goodness that you hope to enjoy, Or ill to shun-- Young Geraldine. You charge me deeply, lady. Wife. Till that day come, you shall reserve yourself A single man; converse nor company With any woman, contract nor combine With maid or widow; which expected hour, As I do wish not haste, so when it happens It shall not come unwelcome. You hear all; Vow this. Young Geraldine. By all that you have said, I swear, And by this kiss confirm. Wife. You’re now my brother; But then, my second husband. [_Exeunt_. SCENE II.--_Before_ Old Lionel’s _House_. _Enter, from the House_, Young Lionel, Rioter, Blanda, Scapha, _two_ Gallants, _and two_ Wenches, _as newly waked from sleep_. Young Lionel. We had a stormy night on’t. Blanda. The wine still works, And, with the little rest they have took to-night, They are scarce come to themselves. Young Lionel. Now ’tis a calm, Thanks to those gentle sea-gods, that have brought us To this safe harbour: can you tell their names?