re, place, tyme agree thee to bee myne,
Oh merher [mirror] of thy sex, my _Myrable_!

_Pal_. This surplusadge of joy should not bee forged.

_Ashb_. No more than these noates are infalleble.

_Pal_. Thus then in all Humility I kneele
To you my acknowledgd father.

_Ashb_. Ryse, my guerle.

_Fisher_. Had I not drawne this leeward out of the sea, where had it
bin? all drownd by this.

_Ashb_. No triflinge nowe: post, _Godfrey_, to my wyfe,
Tell her no more then thou hast heard and seene:
Shee's hard of faythe, relate it punctually,
Beare her (oh lett me borrowe them so longe)
These better to confirme her; bid her hast,
And for the truth add these as testimony:--
Nay, art thou heare still?

_Godf_. Lyke a shadowe vanisht,
But to returne a substance. [_Exit Godfrey_.[134]

_Ashb_. Oh my deare doughter!--where's young _Raphael's_ man
Beare him of all what thou hast seene a perfect
And trew relation.

_Clowne_. Ay, syr.

_Ashb_.[135] Bidd him too,
All business sett apart, make hether.

_Clown_. Ay, syr.

_Ashb_. Tell him that his _Palestra_ is my _Mirable_.

_Clown_. Ay, syr.

_Ashb_. And that shee is my doughter, my lost child.

_Clowne_. Ay, syr.

_Ashb_. And that of all this I am most assur'd.

_Clown_. Ay, syr.

_Ashb_. Thou wilt not doo all this?

_Clown_. I will, you lye, syr.

_Ashb_. Howe, syr.

_Cl_. Ay, syr.

_Ashb_. Saye that this daye shee shalbee made his wyfe.

_Cl_. Ay, syr.

_Ashb_. Why then add winges unto your heeles and fly, syr.

_Cl_. Ay syr, but ere I take my flight, for this good servyce
You'll mediate with him for my freedom?

_Ashb_. So.

_Cl_. And woo your doughter to doo so too?

_Ashb_. So.

_Cl_. And, syr, to him I shalbee thankefull.

_Ashb_. So.

_Cl_. Your doughters and your servant ever.

_Ashb_. So.

_Cl_. To go, roonne, ryde of all your arrants.

_Ashb_. So.

_Cl_. In all this you'l bee slack in nothinge?

_Ashb_. So.

_Cl_. And you'l heareafter love mee still?

_Ashb_. So, so.

_Cl_. Howe, but so, so?

_Ashb_. Yes, so and so and so.

_Cl_. Why, then I go, go, goe. [_Exit Clown_.

_Ashb_. But one thinge I intreate you, _Mirable_:
This thyrteene yeares, since by rude creditors
Tost and opprest, nay rent out of myne owne,
I have bin forct to seeke my fate abroad,
Howe weare you ravisht thence, or since that tyme
What strange adventures past?

_Enter Godfrey, and the wyfe with the handkercher_.

_Mirable_. My mother