Goodlack. [_Aside_.] Sure, most sure, This cannot be dissembled. Bess. To thee I have been constant in thine absence; And, when I looked upon this painted piece, Remembered thy last rules and principles; For thee I have given alms, visited prisons, To gentlemen and passengers lent coin, That, if they ever had ability, They might repay’t to Spencer; yet for this, All this, and more, I cannot have so much As this poor table.[2.42] Goodlack. [_Aside_.] I should question truth, If I should wrong this creature. Bess. I am resolved.-- See, sir, this picture I restore you back; Which since it was his will you should take hence, I will not wrong the dead. Goodlack. God be wi’ you! Bess. One word more. Spencer, you say, was so unkind in death. Goodlack. I tell you true. Bess. I do entreat you, even for goodness’ sake, Since you were one that he entirely loved, If you some few days hence hear me expired, You will, ’mongst other good men, and poor people That haply may miss Bess, grace me so much As follow me to the grave. This if you promise, You shall not be the least of all my friends Remembered in my will. Now, fare you well! Goodlack. [_Aside_.] Had I had heart of flint or adamant, It would relent at this.--[_Aloud_.] My Mistress Bess, I have better tidings for you. Bess. You will restore My picture? Will you? Goodlack. Yes, and more than that: This ring from my friend’s finger, sent to you With infinite commends. Bess. You change my blood. Goodlack. These writings are the evidence of lands: Five hundred pound a year’s bequeathed to you, Of which I here possess you: all is yours. Bess. This surplusage of love hath made my loss, That was but great before, now infinite.-- It may be compassed; there’s in this my purpose No impossibility. [_Aside_. Goodlack. What study you? Bess. Four thousand pound, besides this legacy, In jewels, gold, and silver, I can make, And every man discharged. I am resolved To be a pattern to all maids hereafter Of constancy in love. Goodlack. Sweet Mistress Bess, will you command my service? If to succeed your Spencer in his love, I would expose me wholly to your wishes. Bess. Alas! my love sleeps with him in his grave, And cannot thence be wakened: yet for his sake I will impart a secret to your trust, Which, saving you, no mortal should partake. Goodlack. Both for his love and yours, command my service. Bess. There’s a prize Brought into Falmouth road, a good tight vessel; The bottom will but cost eight hundred pound; You shall have money: buy it. Goodlack. To what end? Bess. That you shall know hereafter. Furnish her With all provision needful: spare no cost; And join with you a ging[2.43] of lusty lads, Such as will bravely man her. All the charge I will commit to you; and when she’s fitted, Captain, she is thine own.