_D'Am._ Morrow, kind nephew. What, ha' you washed your eyes wi' tears this morning? Come, by my soul, his purpose does deserve Your free consent;--your tenderness dissuades him. What to the father of a gentleman Should be more tender than the maintenance And the increase of honour to his house? My lord, here are my boys. I should be proud That either this were able, or that inclined To be my nephew's brave competitor. _Mont._ Your importunities have overcome. Pray God my forced grant prove not ominous! _D'Am._ We have obtained it.--Ominous! in what? It cannot be in anything but death. And I am of a confident belief That even the time, place, manner of our deaths Do follow Fate with that necessity That makes us sure to die. And in a thing Ordained so certainly unalterable, What can the use of providence prevail? _Enter_ BELFOREST, LEVIDULCIA, CASTABELLA, _and_ Attendants. _Bel._ Morrow, my Lord Montferrers, Lord D'Amville. Good morrow, gentlemen. Cousin Charlemont, Kindly good morrow. Troth, I was afeared I should ha' come too late to tell you that I wish your undertakings a success That may deserve the measure of their worth. _Charl._ My lord, my duty would not let me go Without receiving your commandëments. _Bel._ Accompliments are more for ornament Then use. We should employ no time in them But what our serious business will admit. _Mont._ Your favour had by his duty been prevented If we had not withheld him in the way. _D'Am._ He was a coming to present his service; But now no more. The book invites to breakfast. Wilt please your lordship enter?--Noble lady! [_Exeunt all except_ CHARLEMONT _and_ CASTABELLA. _Charl._ My noble mistress, this accompliment Is like an elegant and moving speech, Composed of many sweet persuasive points, Which second one another, with a fluent Increase and confirmation of their force, Reserving still the best until the last, To crown the strong impulsion of the rest With a full conquest of the hearer's sense; Because the impression of the last we speak Doth always longest and most constantly Possess the entertainment of remembrance. So all that now salute my taking leave Have added numerously to the love Wherewith I did receive their courtesy. But you, dear mistress, being the last and best That speaks my farewell, like the imperious close Of a most sweet oration, wholly have Possessed my liking, and shall ever live Within the soul of my true memory. So, mistress, with this kiss I take my leave. _Cast._ My worthy servant, you mistake the intent Of kissing. 'Twas not meant to separate A pair of lovers, but to be the seal Of love; importing by the joining of Our mutual and incorporated breaths, That we should breathe but one contracted life. Or stay at home, or let me go with you.