SCENE PRIMA.

_Enter Thomas Ashburne the younger brother to John,
a merchant, with one of the Factors_.[145]

_Thomas_. Are all things safe abord?

_Factor_. As you can wish, sir;
And notwithstandinge this combustious stryfe
Betwixt the winds and Seas, our ship still tight,
No anchor, cable, tackle, sayle or mast
Lost, though much daunger'd; all our damadge is
That where our puerpose was for _Italy_
We are driven into _Marcellis_.

_Thomas_. That's myne unhappines
That beinge come upon a brother's quest
Longe absent from his country, who of late
After confinement, penury, distresse
Hath gained a hopefull fortune, and I travelling
To beare him tydeinges of a blest estate
Am in my voyage thwarted.

_Factor_. In what province
Resydes hee at this present?

_Thomas_. His last letters
That I receav'd weare dated from _Leagahorne_;
Nowe wee by this infortnate storme are driven
Into _Marcellis_ roads.

_Factor_. For the small tyme
Of our abode heare what intend you, Sir?

_Thomas_. To take in victuall and refresh our men,
Provyde us of thinges needefull, then once more
With all the expeditious hast wee can
Sett sayle for _Florens_.

_Factor_. Please you, Sir,
I'l steward well that busines.

_Thomas_. I'th meanetyme
I shall find leisure to surveigh the towne,
The keyes, the temples, forts and monuments;
For what's the end of travell but to better us
In judgment and experiens? What are these?
Withdrawe and give them streete-roome.

_Enter Raphael, Treadeway and the Clowne_.

_Raph_. Hath my _Palestra_ fownd her parents then?

_Clowne_. As sure as I had lost you.

_Raph_. And free borne?

_Clowne_. As any in _Marcellis_.

_Raph_. _Englishe_, sayst thou?

_Clowne_. Or _Brittishe_, which you please.

_Raph_. Her trew name _Mirable_
And _Ashburne's_ doughter?

_Clowne_. Suer as yours is _Raphaels_
And _Tread-wayes_ his.

_Thomas_. _Mirable_ and _Ashburne_!

_Factor_. Names that concerne you, Sir.

_Thomas_. Peace, listen further.

_Raph_. Thou with these woords hast extasyde my sowle
And I am all in rapture. Then hee's pleasd
Wee too shalbee contracted?

_Clowne_. 'Tis his mynd, Sir.

_Raph_. The moother, too, consents?

_Clowne_. So you shall finde, Sir.

_Raph_. And _Mirable_ pleasd, too?

_Clowne_. Shes so inclind, Sir.

_Raph_. And this the very day?

_Clowne_. The tyme assignd, Sir.

_Raph_. Shee shalbee suerly myne.

_Clowne_. As vowes can bind, Sir.