Enter Raphael, Treadeway and the Clowne.

Raph.  Hath my Palestra fownd her parents then?

Clowne.  As sure as I had lost you.

Raph.  And free borne?

Clowne.  As any in Marcellis.

Raph. Englishe, sayst thou?

Clowne.  Or Brittishe, which you please.

Raph.  Her trew name Mirable And Ashburne’s doughter?

Clowne.  Suer as yours is Raphaels And Tread-wayes his.

Thomas. Mirable and Ashburne!

Factor.  Names that concerne you, Sir.

Thomas.  Peace, listen further.

Raph.  Thou with these woords hast extasyde my sowle And I am all in rapture.  Then hee’s pleasd Wee too shalbee contracted?

Clowne.  ’Tis his mynd, Sir.

Raph.  The moother, too, consents?

Clowne.  So you shall finde, Sir.

Raph.  And Mirable pleasd, too?

Clowne.  Shes so inclind, Sir.

Raph.  And this the very day?

Clowne.  The tyme assignd, Sir.

Raph.  Shee shalbee suerly myne.

Clowne.  As vowes can bind, Sir.

Raph.  Thou sawest all this?

Clowne.  I am suer I was not blind, Sir.

Raph.  And all this shall bee done?

Clown.  Before you have din’d, Sir.

Raph.  Oh, frend, eather pertake with mee in Joy And beare part of this surplus, I shall else Dye in a pleasinge surfett.

Tread.  Frend, I doo
Withall intreate you interceade for mee
To your fayre loves companion, for if all
Th’estate I have in France can by her freedom,
Shee shall no longer faynt beneathe the yoake
Of lewdnes and temptation.

Raph.  The extent Of that fyxt love I ever vowde to thee Thou in this act shall find.

Tread.  And it shall seale it, Beyond all date or limitt.

Raph.  Come, hasten, frend, methinks at lengthe I spy After rough tempests a more open skye.

[Exeunt[146] Raphael and Treadway.

Clowne.  And I will after you home, Syr, Since so merrily blowes the wind, Sir.

Thomas.  Staye, frend, I am a stranger in these parts And woold in one thinge gladly bee resolved.

Clowne.  I am in haste.

Thomas.  That little leasure thou bestowest on mee I shalbee gladd to pay for; nay, I will.  Drinke that for my sake.

Clowne.  Not this, Syr, as it is; for I can make a shifte to dissolve hard mettall into a more liquid substance.  A cardeq![147] oh Syr, I can distill this into a quintessence cal’d Argentum potabile.[148]

Thomas.  I heard you name one Ashburne; can you bring mee To th’sight of such a man?