Tread.  To accomplishe which
If all the wealth that I injoye by land,
Or what at Sea’s in ventur, will but purchase
With her release a tye of love to mee,
This hower it shalbe tenderd.

Ashb.  Offer’d fayrely;
But knwe, syr, could you winne her to your wishes,
She shall not lyke a bondemaide come to ye;
Fyve hundred crownes are tenderd downe all redy
(Unknowne to her) for her free liberty.

Scrib.  This is a Juberly, a yeare of Joy, For chastity and spotles Inocens.

Tread.  Shall I intreate you to receive them backe?  Lett it bee made my woorke of charity.

Ashb.  I knowe you woorthy, but that must not bee;
Yet proove her, court her, with my free consent
And use the best love’s rethorick you can: 
If with the motion shee rest satisfied,
And you pleas’d to accept her, it shall never
Bee sayde you tooke a captyve to your bedd
But a free woman.

Tread.  Nobly have you spoake.

Raph.  Fayre Mirable, the fyrst thinge I intreate you In which to expresse your love, speake for my frend.

Mir.  And with my best of Oratory.

Raph.[157] Weel be all Assistants in the motion.

Ashb.  If you prevayle,
I in the absens of som nearer frend
Have vowed to stand her father.

Clowne.  Now, Sir, I have showed him you, but are you ever the wyser?

Thom.  Ash.  Peace, I am somwhat trobled.  Oh tis hee,
My brother; and those rude and violent gusts
That to this strange Road thrust my shipp per force,
And I but late for new disasters curst,
Have with there light winges mounted mee aloft,
And for a haven in heaven new harbord mee. 
Yet they but feede upon theire knowne delights;
Anon I’l make them surfett.

Scrib.  If to this frendly fayer society,
I, a poore desolate virgin, so much bownd,
Should putt you off with delatory trifles
When you importune answer, t’would appeare
In mee strange incivility:  I am yours
And, beeinge so, therefore consequently his.

Ashb.  A match then! but, ere further you proceede, Resolve mee one thinge, Mildewe,—­not as thou art Thyself, but as thou once weart made a Christian,—­ Knowest thou this made’s descent, and parentadge?

Mild.  I will resolve you lyke a convertite,[158] Not as the man I was:  I knew there byrthes, But for myne owne gayne kept them still conceal’d.

Ashb.  Now as thou hop’st of grace—­

Mild.  The nurse late dead
That had these too in chardge, betrayde a shipboord
And ravisht from her coontry, ere she expyr’d
Nam’d her the doughter of Jhon Ashburne, marchant. 
Her I Palestra cal’d, shee Mirable;
That, Winefryde, doughter to Thomas Ashburne
Brother to the sayde Jhon, I cal’d Scribonia. 
They too are coosin germans.