Chapter XIII: Introduction: To Captain Underwit (3)

_Cou_. In what, deare Damsell?

_Sis_. And much wrongd by a gentleman I lov'd.

_Cou_. Can he be a gentleman that dares Wrong so much love and beauty? what's the offence?

_Sis_. He wo'not love agen.

_Cou_. And you would have The stubborne man corrected?

_Sis_. I would be Revengd if I knew how, and honour him Should do me Justice.

_Cou_. Name the man; Ile doot.

_Sis_. I cannot.

_Cou_. How?

_Sis_. Yet turne your face: alas, it is yourselfe. I have your word to punish him.

_Cou_. Sweet Ladie, I am well acquainted with the worthy gentleman, But will not kill nor strike him, for I know He has just reason not to love you--you Of all your sex; he told me so.

_Sis_. His reason?

_Cou_. Was in these wordes; suppose you hear him speak it; Now do you sit--Lady, when I consider you, The perfect frame of what we can call hansome, With all your attributes of soule and body, Where no addition or detraction can By _Cupids_ nicer Crittick find a fault, Or _Mercury_ with your eternall flame; And then consider what a thing I am To this high Character of you, so low, So lost to noble merits, I despaire To love a Mistresse cannot love agen.

_Sis_. This is a much dissembled Modesty.

_Cou_. Therefore give me the kinder Chambermaid, That will returne me love for my two peeces And give me back twelve pennyworth agen, Which is as much as I can well receave; So there is thirty and nyne shillings cleere Gotten in Love, and much good do her too't; I thinke it very well bestow'd.

_Sis_. But if I thinke you worthy, and accept Your service, it destroies this other reason For your despaire. Why, I can praise you, too.

_Cou_. No, lett it alone I have other reasons Lady Among my papers. But to love or to be in love Is to be guld; that's the plaine _English_ of _Cupids Latine_. Beside, all reverence to the calling, I Have vowd never to marry, and you know Love may bring a Man toot at last, and therefore My fine Gewgaw do not abuse me.

_Sis_. How can I When you will neither Love nor marry me?

_Cou_. I was not made for a husband.

_Sis_. But I would make you.

_Cou_. I know what you would make me.

_Enter Servant_.

_Ser_. Mounsier _Device_, if you be alone, would present his service.

_Cou_. Is he come?

_Sis_. Sir, do me but one favour, ile recant My Love, I wonot have so much as one Good thought on you; I will neglect you, sir, Nay and abuse you, too, if you obscure But for three minutes.

_Cou_. Ile have patience so long.

_Sis_. Admitt him.--I wilbe reveng'd o' somebody.-- Now, Sir.

_Enter Device_.

_De_. I ha brought you a weapon, Lady.

_La_. Mee, what to do, Sir?

_De_. Tis Justice I present it to your feete Whose love arm[e]d me to vindicate your honour.

_Sis_. My honour?

_De_. This is but the first of my valour in your cause; If you affect these Monuments ile make You up an Armorie; meane tyme receave My Service with this sword: if he provoke me To fight with him agen, Ile cut his hand of And bring that wo' me to present the next.

_Sis_. Whose hand, deare servant?

_De_. He is not worth the nameing; las, this does not Deserve your knowledge. Only thinke what I Dare do when your bright name is question[e]d, And I in tyme may merit to be cald The darling of your virgin thoughts.

_Sis_. I pray stay. My name traduc'd? who was so impudent? Do me the grace to let me know on whome Your valour had been exercis'd.

_De_. Why, the formall thing _Courtwell_; I would [not] call him Gentleman; but that I ha baffled him You need no other witnes but his sword With that fine holliday hilt, Ladie.

[_She shutts the Doore_.

_Sis_. Looke you, sir, I ha made fast the Doore, Because I meane before you goe to have A satisfaction for the base injury You ha done me.

_De_. I done you injurie!

_Sis_. Not that I value _Courtwell_, whome you would Pretend has been to saucy with my honour; But, cause I scorne to owne a goodnes should Depend upon your sword or vindication, Ile fight with you my selfe in this small vollume Against your bulke in folio.

_Cou_. Excellent wench!

_De_. I was your Champion, lady.

_Sis_. Ide rather have no fame then heare thee name it. Thou fight for a Ladies honour and disarme A gentleman, thou! fence before the pageants And make roome for the porters, when like Elephants They carry once a yeare the Citty Castles, Or goe a feasting with the Drum and foot boyes To the _Bankeside_ and save the Beares a whipping That day thou art cudgeld for thy saucy challenging A sergeant with one eye, that was to much too. Come, Sir, I meane to have a bout with you.

_De_. At that weapon?

_Sis_. This, and no other.

_De_. Ile rather bleed to death then lift a sword In my defence, whose inconsiderate brightnes May fright the Roses from your cheeke and leave The Lillies to lament the rude divorce. But were a Man to dare me, and your enemy, My rage more nimble then [the] _Median_ shaft Should flie into his bosome, and your eye Change anger into smiles to see me fight And cut him into a ragged staffe.

_Enter Courtwell_.

_Cou_. I can hold no longer. You have gott a stomack, Sir, with running; ile try how you can eate a sword.

_De_. Ha you an ambush, Lady? Ile cry out murder. Is two to one faire play?

_Cou_. Let me cut one legg of, to marre his running.

_De_. Hold, let me speake.

_Cou_. What canst thou say for thy baseness?

_De_. Some men loves wit, and can without dishonour Endure a jeast. Why, do you thinke I know not You were here, and but obscur'd to see my humour. I came to waite upon you with your sword, I.

_Cou_. How came you by'te? confesse before this Lady.

_De_. Dost thinke her witts so limber to believe I could compell it from thee. Twas a trick, A meere conceipt of mirth; thou sha't ha mine. Dost thinke I stand upon a sword? Ile gi' thee A case of Pistolls when we come to _London_; And shoot me when I love thee not. Pox ont, Thou apprehende'st me well enough.

_Cou_. But I am not Satisfied: do you affect this gentlewoman?

_De_. Hum.

_Cou_. You will resolve, sir?

_De_. As may become a stranger; ile not loose Thy friendship for all woman kind.

_Cou_. He dares not owne you.

_Sis_. I easilie forgive him; I should hate My selfe, if I depended on his pitty.

_Cou_. Th'art a noble wench. Shall we leave of These jigs and speake our harts in earnest? By These twin lips I love thee extreamely.

_Sis_. Sweare by your owne.

_Cou_. They shall bee mine. Mounsier, For your penance you shall along and witnes.

_Sis_. What, I pray?

_Cou_. The Priest shall tell you; come, we have both dissembled, We do love one another.

_Sis_. Tis not possible.

_Cou_. Unless you will denie me i'the church. I ha vou'd to lie with you to night: _Device_, Amble before and find the parson out; We will bee friends and thou shalt be her father.

_De_. I must maintaine my humour or be beaten. [_Ex_.

_Cou_. Come, weele have no more acquainted.

_Sis_. Very pretty. --I may deceave you yet for all your confidence.

_Cou_. If the skie fall weele have the larkes to supper.

[_Exeunt_.

[SCENE 2.]

_Enter Ladie, Sir Francis, Dorothy_.

_La_. It was strange neglect, sir.

_Fra_. I confesse it, And not deserve to live for't; yet if you But knew my sufferings--

_La_. Let her be Judge.

_Fra_. By no meanes, Madam.

_La_. You may trust her knowledge.

_Fra_. This is worse then a whipping now; these Ladies Have no mercy on a delinquent. I must stand toot. There is no tyrant to a chamberwoman Made judg in such a cause; Ide give a Limbe To be quit now, but, if she choose, I am A Criple for this world.

_Do_. Ist possible a man and such a beast?

_Fra_. So, I must to the shameles.

_La_. What punishment can be equall to the offence?

_Do_. He lookes with some compunction for his fault. Troth, Madam, choose an other night and trye Whether he will sleepe agen.

_Fra_. Mercifull wench! If we peece agen it shall be a good turne in thy way.

_La_. My husband is this day resolv'd for _London_; It is his humour, or els, worse, suspition. Ther's no pretence for him to stay behind.

_Do_. You have made ill use of your time, Sir _Francis_; I know not how to helpe you. Seaven yeare hence You may have such an other oportunitie.

_La_. Watch if my husband come not this way, _Dorothy_. --Well, sir, though your transgresse deserve no pardon, Yet I am charitable upon Condition--

_Fra_. Anything, Madam. This shewes exlent in you; No pennance shall displease so you absolve me. Bid me to clime some Rock or Pyramide, Upon whose narrow spire you have advanc'd My peace, and I will reach it or else fall, Lost to the world in my attempt.

_La_. You speake Gloriously; the condition that assures Your pardon, 's only this--that you conclude Here all your loose desires with a resolve Never to prosecute or hope to enjoy me.

_Fra_. Call you this Charity? let me rather loose Your pardon then for ever to be thus forfeited; Bind me never to see you (and yet that Were cruelty) then charme me to forgett That I am man or have a hart, and you A beauty, which your absence can as well Make nothing as devide from my adoring. It is not cure but killing to prescribe I never must enjoy you. If you have Resolv'd a Death upon me, let it bee When we like Lovers have embrac'd--

_La_. It is not possible.

_Fra_. Nothing in love Can be impossible to willing mindes. Ile tell you, Madam--(sure the Divell has Forsworne the flesh)--there may be a plot. I have it! An exelent rare devise, if you but favour it. Your husband is imediately for _London_, I must in modesty ride with him; you Are left behind.

_La_. How can that profitt you?

_Do_.--What a deale of submission these foolish men Trouble us women with, that are more forward To be friends agen then they are!

_Fra_. I will counterfeit a fall.

_La_. A fall?

_Fra_. I, from my horse; observe me, then--

_Do_.--My confederate, I hope, by this time is at gate Enquiring for Sir _Richard_ very formally From the old knight, his Master, and good Ladie. The fellow has witt to manage it.

_Fra_. My footman shall pretend himselfe the Surgeon To attend me; is't not rare? Stand but to'th fate of this, and if it faile I will sitt downe a Convert and renounce All wanton hope hereafter. Deerest Madam, If you did meane before this honour to me, Let not your loving thoughts freeze in a Minuit. My genius is a prophet.

_Do_. Sir _Richard_, Madam, Is comeing this way.

_Fra_. Shall I hope agen?

_La_. I wo'not say you shall despaire.

_Fra_. You blesse me. [_Exit_.

_Do_. My busines is a foote; your Jewell, Madam, Will credit much the cause.

_La_. Wee will withdraw And let me know how you have cast the plott.

[_Exeunt_.

(SCENE 3.)

_Enter Sir Richard, opening a Letter; a Footman waiting_.

_Ri_. From thy Master? his name?

_Foo_. Sir _Walter Littleland_.

_Ri_. I doe not know him.

_Foo_. His name is well knowne in _Lincolnsheire_ neere the fenns: there were his family antient gentlemen before the Conquest; some say ever since the flood.

_Ri_. _Littleland_!

_Foo_. But he has now more land then three of the best in the shire, thanke the _Duchmen_ that have drunk up all the water.

_Ri_. They water drinkers?

_Foo_. Why not, as well as eate dry land? they are lin'd with butter, Sir, and feare no Dropsie.

_Sir Richard reades_.

_She has been absent theis two yeares; the occasion, her dislike and disaffection to a gentleman whome I confesse I did too seveerely urge her to marry. If she have liv'd with you, as my late intelligence hath enformed me, in the nature of a servant, which is beneath my wishes and her condition, I hope upon this knowledge you will with consideration of her quality (she being the onely Child and heire to my fortune) use her like a gentlewoman. And though my yeares have made me unfitt for travell, I do intend, upon returne of your Letters, personally to give you thankes for your respects to my Daughter, whome I shall receave as new blessing from you, and be happie upon any turne presented to expresse my selfe for your favours, your true friend and servant_ _W. Littleland._

My maide _Dorothy_ a Knights Daughter and heire! Doe you know your yong Mistresse.

_Foo_. I shall be happie to see her and present her with a Letter & some token from her Ladie Mother.

_Ri_. I pray trust me to deliver it.

_Foo_. With all my hart, Sir, you may comand.

[_Enter Thomas_.

_Ri_. _Thomas_, pray entertaine this footman in the butterie; let him drinke and refresh himselfe, and set the cold chine of Beefe before him: he has ranne hard.

_Tho_. That will stay his stomach, indeed, but Claret is your only binder.

_Foo_. Sack, while you live, after a heat, Sir.

_Tho_. Please you, my friend, ile shew you the way to be drunke.

[_Exit. [Tho. with footman_.

_Ri_. To my loving Daughter. May not this be a trick? By your favour, Madam. [_He opens the Letter_.

_Enter Underwit_.

Captaine, gather you the sence of that Letter while I peruse this. You know Mistress _Dorothy_.

_Un_. I have had a great desire to know her, I confess, but she is still like the bottome of the map, _terra incognita_. I have been a long tyme hovering about the _Magellan_ streights, but have made no new discoveries.

_Ri_. Ha! this is not counterfeit, I dare trust my owne Judgment; tis a very rich one. I am confirmed, and will scale them up agen. My Ladies woman Sir _Walter Littlelands_ Daughter and heire! What think you now of Mistris _Dorothy_?

_Un_. A great deale better than I did; and yet I have lov'd her this halfe yeare in a kind of way. O' my conscience why may not I marry her?

_Ri_. This Jewell was sent by her mother to her.

_Un_. Deere Uncle conseale till I have talk'd with her. Oh for some witchcraft to make all sure.

_Ri_. I like this well; shees here.

_Enter Dorothy_.

_Un_. I vow, Mistris Dorothy, if I were immodest twas the meere impudence of my sack and not my owne disposition; but if you please to accept my love now, by the way of Marriage, I will make you satisfaction like a gentleman in the point of honour.

_Do_. Your birth and estate is to high and unequall for me, sir.

_Un_. What care I for a portion or a face! She that has good eyes has good----Give me vertue.

_Do_. You are pleas'd to make your mirth of me.

_Un_. By this Rubie, nay you shall weare it in the broad eye of the world, dost thinke I am in Jeast.

_Do_. Sir _Richard_--

_Un_. And were he ten Sir _Richards_, I am out of my wardship.

_Do_.--How he flutters in the lime bush! it takes rarely.

_Un_. What a necessary thing now were a household Chaplaine.

[_Ext. [Dorothy & Underwit_.

_Ri_. So, so, the wench inclines. I will hasten my journey that I may appear with more excuse when they are married in my absence.

_Enter Captaine and Engine_.

_Cap_. Sir, I heare you are for _London_ presentlie; It will concerne you take this gentleman Along w'ee to bee cur'd.

_Ri_. Mr. _Engine_ sick!

_Cap_. Oh, sir, Dangerously; he has purg'd his stomack, but the ill spiritts Are flowne into his head and spoild his eares. He was ever troubled with Devices in his head; I stronglie feare he must have his scull open'd, His brains are very foule within. I know And can direct you to an excle'nt Surgeon.

_En_. I cannot heare you, Captaine--

_Cap_. One that has a rare dexteritie at lanceing Or opening of a stomack that has crudities; So neat at separation of a limbe And quartering of treason.

_Ri_. You meane the hangman?

_Cap_. He has practised late to mend his hand, and now With the very wind and flourish of his instrument He will strike flatt a projector at twelve score.

_Ri_. Does he not heare you?

_Cap_. He has lost that sence he saies, unless he counterfeits; It wilbe your securitie to see him Safe in the Surgeons hands. [_they whisper_.

_En_.--Into what misery have my Projects flung me! They shanot know I understand 'em. That I were quitt with loss of both my eares, although I cut my haire like a Lay Elder, too, To shew the naked conyholes! I doe thinke What cursed Balletts will be made upon me And sung to divilish tunes at faire and Marketts To call in cutpurses. In a puppet play, Were but my storie written by some scholler, Twould put downe _hocas pocas_ and the tumblers And draw more audience than the Motion Of _Ninivie_[275] or the dainty docile horse[276] That snorts at _Spaine_ by an instinct of Nature.

_Cap_. Ile leave him to you and seeke out Captaine _Underwit_.
[_Exit_.

_Ri_. Come, Master _Engine_, weele to horse imediately.

[_Exeunt_.

[SCENE 4.]

_Enter Courtwell, Sister and Device_.

_Cou_. So, we are fast enough, and now I have thee Ile tell thee all the fault I find; thou hast A little too much witt to bee a wife; It could not be too nimble for a Mistresse.-- _Device_, there is a part still of your pennance Behind. You would pretend to be a Poet; Ile not disgrace the name to call thee one, But let me have rimes against we go to bed, Two Anagrams that weigh an ounce, with coment, And after that in verse your Affidavit That you do wish us joy, and I discharge you.

_De_. Tis tyme I were at study then.

_Cou_. About e'm: Your double congey and depart with silence. [_Exit Device_. Now prethe tell me who reported I Had wrong'd a Ladie? Wast not thy revenge To make me angrie?

_Sis_. Twas, indeed. Now tell me: Why at the first approach seem'd you so modest? You have confidence to spare now.

_Cou_. Troth I came not With any wooing purpose; only to please My Uncle, and try thy witt; and that converted me.

_Enter Thomas_.

_Tho_. Did you see my Master, Captaine _Underwit_?

_Cou_. Yes, hee's talking with the priest and Mistris _Dorothy_.

_Tho_. Her fathers footman was here; she is a knights daughter And heire, but she does not know it yet.

_Sis_. I thinke so.

_Cou_. Where's my Uncle.

_Tho_. A mile ons way to _London_ by this tyme with Sir _Richard_. I long to see my Master. [_Exit_.

_Cou_. Wee shall want companie to dance.

_Enter Ladie_.

_Sis_. My Sister.

_Cou_. If you please, Madam, you may call me Brother: We have been at 'I _John_ take the _Elizabeth_'. A possett and foure naked thighes a bed To night will bid faire earnest for a boy, too.

_Sis_. Tis even so; Madam, the preist has done it.

_La_. May then all joyes attend you; if this had Been knowne, it might have staid Sir _Richard_ and Your Uncle one day more.

_Enter Underwit, Dorothy, Captaine, Thomas_.

_Un_. Come for another Couple.

_Tho_. In hell[277]; my Master is married.

_La_. My husband left some letters and a token Was sent you Mistris _Dorothy_. You did ill To obscure your selfe so much; you shall not want Hereafter all respects that may become you.

_Do_. Madam, I know not what you meane.

_Cap_. She wonot take it upon her yet.

_Un_. Theres the sport.

_Enter Device_.

_De_. Oh, Madam, newes, ill newes, an accident Will blast all your mirth: Sir _Francis_--

_Cou: La_. What of him?

_De_. Has brooke--

_Cou_. His neck?

_De_. You guest very neere it, but his shoulder Has sav'd that joynt. A fall from's horse, they say, Hath much endanger'd him.

_Cou_. My Uncle hurt! [_Exit_.

_La_. He has kept his word; now if he but counterfeit handsomely.

_Un_. Mounsier _Device_, I must entreat a Courtesie; you have wit, and I would have a Masque to entertaine my new father-in-law Sir _Walter Littleland_. Mistres _Dorothy_, now my wife, is his onely Daughter and heire.

_Do_. Who has guld you thus? I am no knights _Daughter_; You may share your poeticall invention, sir.

_De_. Give you joy, Captaine.

_Un_. She is still loth to confesse it.

_Enter Sir Francis, Lady, Courtwell, Sister, Captaine_.

_Fra_. If you have charity a bone setter.

_La_. He does counterfeit rarely.--Wheres Sir _Richard_?

_Fra_. He rid before, but I sent my footman to tell him this misfortune. Oh, Madam!

_La_.--This is better then the toothack; he carries it excellently.

_Fra_. Aske me no torturing questions; I desire, Madam, a little conference with you. Ile thanke the rest if they withdraw: oh!

[_Cou_.[278]] Letts leave him.

_Un_. Wee'le to my chamber, captaine.

_Cap_. You have a mind to examine the business privatly?

_Do_. No, good Captaine, you may be present.

_Cou_. Come, _Thomas_, thou shat be witnes, too.

[_Ext. all but Sir Francis and Lady_.

_La_. They are gone; they feigne most artificially, Let me embrace you.

_Fra_. Oh, take heed.

_La_. What's the matter?

_Fra_. Tis no dissembling,--Madam; I have had A fall indeed, a dreadfull fall; I feele it. I thinke my horse saw the Divell in some hedge: Ere I had rid three furlongs, gave a start, Pitcht me of ons back like a barr and broke A flint with my shoulder, I thinke, which strooke fire too; There was something like it in my eyes, Ime punish'd.

_La_. But is this serious? are you hurt indeed?

_Fra_. Hurt? I ha broke my shoulder feelingly, And I am of opinion when I doe Enjoy you, Madam, I shall breake my neck; That will be next. Ile take this for a warning And will leave of in tyme.

_La_. This makes me tremble.

_Fra_. I will be honest now; and so forgive me. Not the Surgeon come yet?

_La_. Heaven hath cur'd us both.

_Fra_. I am not cured yet. Oh for the bone setter! If ere I counterfeit agen.

_La_. There is a blessing falne upon my blood. Your only charme had power to make my thoughts Wicked, and your conversion disinchants me; May both our lives be such as heaven may not Grieve to have shew'd this bounty.

_Enter Courtwell_.

_Cou_. Sir _Richard_, Madam.

_La_. You may enter now, sir.

_Enter the rest and Sir Richard_.

_Ri_. I do not like this stratageme; Sir _Francis_ Must not heere practise his Court tricks; I wo'not _Enter Surgeon_. Trust my wives surgerie. Hee's come.--How ist, Noble Sir _Francis_? Best withdraw; ile see Him drest my selfe. [_They lead out Sir Francis_.

_Enter Underwit, Dorothy, Captaine, Thomas_.

_Un_. Madam and gentlemen, Mistris _Dorothy_ wo'not acknowledge she is a knight's daughter; she sweares she knows no _Littleland_.

_Do_. Till it appeare to whom this gemme was meant, Deare Madame, be you treasurer. I confesse I have wealth enough in such a noble husband.

_La_. It shall belong to thee; be honest, _Dorothy_, And use him well.

_Do_. With my best study, Madam.

_La_. Where is the footman you talke of?

_Tho_. He pretended Letters to carry two mile of to a kinsman of his Masters, and returne presently. He dranke three or fower beere glasses of sack, and he ran away so lightlie.

_Do_. His reward shall overtake him.

_Un_. Will you have her? she will doe you service, Captaine, in a _Low Country_[279] Leaguer. Or thou, _Thomas_? ile give thee a Coppiehold.

_Tho_. You have one life to come in that lease, yet I thank you: I am free, and that's inheritance; for ought I know she may serve us both.

_La_. Come you may perswade her to looke high and take it upon her for your credit. The gullery is yet within these walles; let your shame goe no farther. The wench may prove right, she may.

_Enter Sir Richard_.

_La_. What news from Sir _Francis_?

_Ri_. Wife, I hardly aske thee forgivenes; I had jealous thoughts, but all's right agen.

_La_. I will deserve your confidence.

_Ri_. No great danger, his blade bone dislocated; the man has put everything in his right place.

_Un_. Dee heare, Sir _Richard_? wee are married.

_Ri_. Tis well done, send you joy; tis to my mind.

_Un_. Come hither, _Dorothy_.

_Cap_. But where's Mr. _Engine_?

_Ri_. He rid before.

_Cap_. If the rascall have any wit left he will ride quite away with himselfe; tis his best course to fly oversea.

_Tho_. If he were sure to flie, he were sure to escape.

_Cap_. At the worst, drowning is a most [sic] honourable death then hanging.

_Do_. My mother died, I have it by tradition, As soone as I was borne; my father (but No knight) is now i'th _Indies_, a poore Merchant, That broke for 20,000 pounds.

_Ri_. The shipps may come home. Hee!

_Do_. You were best use me well, now we are married. I will be sworne you forc'd me to the Church And thrice compeld me there to say _I Dorothy_. The Parsons oath and mine, for ought I know, May make it halfe a rape.

_Ri_. There is no remedy; We can prove no conspiracie. And, because I have been gulld my selfe, gett her with child, --My Doe is barren,--at birth of her first baby Ile give her a hundred peeces.

_Un_. That's somewhat yet, when charge comes on. Thy hand! a wife can be but a wife: it shall cost me 500 pounds but ile make thee a Ladie in earnest.

_Enter Sir Francis and Surgeon_.

_Ri_. How ist, Sir _Francis_?

_Fra_. My Surgeon sayes no danger; when you please, I may venture, Sir, to _London_.

_Ri_. No hast now.

_Cou_. Not to-night, Sir; wee must have revells and you salute my Bride.

_Un_. And mine.

_Tho_. A knights Daughter and heire.

_Fra_. May all joy thrive upon your Loves. --Then you are cosend of your Mistres, Mounseir?

_Do_. But your nephew knowes I have met with my match. Some bodie has been put to the sword.

_Ri_. Come, we loose tyme.

_Fra_. Preserve your marriage faith: a full increase Of what you wish confirme your happinesse.

[_Exeunt_.

FINIS.