Lil. Why, ’tis the only voyage;
I love a sea-voyage, and a blustering tempest;
And let all split!

Pinac. This is a dainty damosel!
I think ’twill tame you.—Can you ride post?

Lil. Oh, excellently! I am never weary that way:
A hundred mile a-day is nothing with me.

Bel. I’ll travel under ground. Do you hear, sweet lady?
I find it will be dangerous for a woman.

Ros. No danger, sir; I warrant; I love to be under.

Bel. I see she will abuse me all the world over!—
But say we pass through Germany, and drink hard?

Ros. We’ll learn to drink and swagger too.

Bel. She’ll beat me!—
Lady, I’ll live at home.

Ros. And I’ll live with thee;
And we’ll keep house together.

Bel. I’ll keep hounds first;
And those I hate right heartily.

Pinac. I go for Turkey!
And so it may be up into Persia.

Lil. We cannot know too much; I’ll travel with you.

Pinac. And you’ll abuse me?

Lil. Like enough.

Pinac. ’Tis dainty!

Bel. I will live in a bawdy-house.

Ros. I dare come to you.

Bel. Say I’m disposed to hang myself?

Ros. There I’ll leave you.

Bel. I am glad I know how to avoid you.—

Mir. May I speak yet?

Fac. She beckons to you.

Mir. Lady, I could wish I knew to recompense,
Even with the service of my life, those pains,
And those high favours you have thrown upon me:
Till I be more desertful in your eye,
And till my duty shall make known I honour you,
Noblest of women, do me but this favour,
To accept this back again, as a poor testimony.

Ori. I must have you too with ’em; else the will,
That says they must rest with you, is infringed, sir;
Which, pardon me, I dare not do.

Mir. Take me then,
And take me with the truest love.

Ori. ’Tis certain,
My brother loved you dearly, and I ought
As dearly to preserve that love: But, sir,
Though I were willing, these are but your ceremonies.

Mir. As I have life, I speak my soul!