BUT.  And having seen and kissed the gentlewoman, how do you like her?

ILF.  O butler, beyond discourse, beyond any element; she’s a paragon for a prince, rather than a fit implement for a gentleman.[414]

BUT.  Well then, since you like her, and by my means, she shall like you, nothing rests now, but to have you married.

ILF.  True, butler, but withal to have her portion!

BUT.  Tut, that’s sure yours, when you are married once, for ’tis hers by inheritance; but do you love her?

ILF.  O, with my soul.

BUT.  Have you sworn as much?

ILF.  To thee, to her; and have called heaven to witness.

BUT.  How shall I know that?

ILF.  Butler, here I protest, make vows irrevocable.

BUT.  Upon your knees?

ILF.  Upon my knees, with my heart and soul I love her.

BUT.  Will live with her?

ILF.  Will live with her.

BUT.  Marry her and maintain her?

ILF.  Marry her and maintain her.

BUT.  For her forsake all other women?

ILF.  Nay, for her forswear all other women.

BUT.  In all degrees of love?

ILF.  In all degrees of love, either to court, kiss, give private favours, or use private means.  I’ll do nothing that married men, being close whoremasters, do, so I may have her.

BUT.  And yet you, having been an open whoremaster, I will not believe you till I hear you swear as much in the way of contract to herself, and call me to be a witness.

ILF.  By heaven, by earth, by hell, by all that man can swear, I will, so
I may have her.

BUT.  Enough. 
Thus at first sight rash men to women swear,
When, such oaths broke, heaven grieves and sheds a tear. 
But she’s come; ply her, ply her.

    Enter SCARBOROW’S SISTER.

ILF.  Kind mistress, as I protested, so again I vow,
I’faith, I love you.

SIS.  And I am not, sir, so uncharitable,
To hate the man that loves me.

ILF.  Love me then,
The which loves you as angels love good men;
Who wisheth them to live with them for ever,
In that high bliss, whom hell cannot dissever.

BUT.  I’ll steal away and leave them, as wise men do;
Whom they would match, let them have leave to woo.
                                     [Exit BUTLER.

ILF.  Mistress, I know your worth is beyond my desert; yet by my praising of your virtues, I would not have you, as women use to do, become proud.

SIS.  None of my affections are pride’s children, nor akin to them.

ILF.  Can you love me then?

SIS.  I can; for I love all the world, but am in love with none.

ILF.  Yet be in love with me; let your affections
Combine with mine, and let our souls
Like turtles have a mutual sympathy,
Who love so well, that they die together. 
Such is my life, who covets to expire,
If it should lose your love.