she dictates_.

_Eug_. Beshrowe my lipps then, my Lord.

_Mom_. Beshrowe my fingers but you shall; what, you may promise to
requite his love, and yet not promise him marriage, I hope; well,--
_and will requite your love_.

_Eug_. Nay good my Lord, hold your hand, for ile be sworne, ile not set
my hand too't.

_Mom_. Well hold off your hand, good Madam, till it shood come on, Ile
be ready for it anon, I warrent ye. Now forth,--my love is without
passion, and therefore free from alteration: what answere you to that
Madam?

_Eug_. Even this, my Lord: _your love, being mentall, needs no bodily
Requitall_.

_Mom_. I am content with that, and here it is;--_but in hart_.

_Eug_. What but in hart?

_Mom_. Hold off your hand yet I say;--_I doe embrace, and repay it_.

_Eug_. You may write, uncle, but if you get my hand to it--

_Mom_. Alas Neece, this is nothing, ist anything to a bodily marriage,
to say you love a man in soule, if your harts agree, and your bodies meet
not? simple marriage rites, now let us foorth: he is in the way to
felicity, and desires your hand.

_Eug_. _My hand shall alwaies signe the way to felicity_.

_Mom_. Very good; may not any woman say this now. Conclude now, sweet
Neece.

_Eug_. _And so God prosper your journey_.

_Mom_. Charitably concluded, though farre short of that love I wood have
showen to any friend of yours, Neece, I sweare to you. Your hand now,
and let this little stay his appetite.

_Eug_. Read what you have writ my Lord.

_Mom_. What needs that, Madam? you remember it, I am sure.

_Eug_. Well if it want sense in the Composition, let my secretary be
blam'd for't; thers my hand.

_Mom_. Thanks, gentle Neece; now ile reade it.

_Eug_. Why now, more then before I pray?

_Mom_. That you shall see straite.--_I cannot but suffer you to love if
you doe love, and will requite your love_.

_Eug_. Remember that requitall was of your owne putting in, but it shall
be after my fashion, I warrant ye.

_Mom_. Interrupt me no more.--_Your love being mentall needs no bodily
requitall, but in hart I embrace, and repay it; my hand shall alwaies
signe the way to felicity, and my selfe knit with you in the bands of
marriage ever walke with you, in it, and so God prosper our journey:
Eugenia_.

_Eug_. Gods me life, tis not thus I hope.

_Mom_. By my life but it is, Neece.

_Eug_. By my life but tis none of my deed then.