1253Emil. That were a shame Sir,

1254While I have horses: take your choice, and what

1255You want at any time, let me but know it;

1256If you serve faithfully, I dare assure you

1257You'l finde a loving Mistris.

1258Arc. If I doe not,

1259Let me finde that my Father ever hated,

1260Disgrace, and blowes.

1261Thes. Go leade the way; you have won it:

1262It shall be so; you shall receave all dues

1263Fit for the honour you have won; Twer wrong else,

1264Sister, beshrew my heart, you have a Servant,

1265That if I were a woman, would be Master,

1266But you are wise. Florish.

1267Emil. I hope too wise for that Sir. Exeunt omnes.

1269Daughter. Let all the Dukes, and all the divells rore,

1270He is at liberty: I have venturd for him,

1271And out I have brought him to a little wood

1272A mile hence, I have sent him, where a Cedar

1273Higher than all the rest, spreads like a plane

1274Fast by a Brooke, and there he shall keepe close,

1275Till I provide him Fyles, and foode, for yet

1276His yron bracelets are not off. O Love

1277What a stout hearted child thou art! My Father

1278Durst better have indur'd cold yron, than done it:

1279I love him, beyond love, and beyond reason,

1280Or wit, or safetie: I have made him know it

1281I care not, I am desperate, If the law

1282Finde me, and then condemne me for't; some wenches,

1283Some honest harted Maides, will sing my Dirge.

1284And tell to memory, my death was noble,

1285Dying almost a Martyr: That way he takes,

1286I purpose is my way too: Sure he cannot

1287Be so unmanly, as to leave me here,

1288If he doe, Maides will not so easily

1289Trust men againe: And yet he has not thank'd me

1290For what I have done: no not so much as kist me,