_Raph_. Thou sawest all this?

_Clowne_. I am suer I was not blind, Sir.

_Raph_. And all this shall bee done?

_Clown_. Before you have din'd, Sir.

_Raph_. Oh, frend, eather pertake with mee in Joy
And beare part of this surplus, I shall else
Dye in a pleasinge surfett.

_Tread_. Frend, I doo
Withall intreate you interceade for mee
To your fayre loves companion, for if all
Th'estate I have in _France_ can by her freedom,
Shee shall no longer faynt beneathe the yoake
Of lewdnes and temptation.

_Raph_. The extent
Of that fyxt love I ever vowde to thee
Thou in this act shall find.

_Tread_. And it shall seale it,
Beyond all date or limitt.

_Raph_. Come, hasten, frend, methinks at lengthe I spy
After rough tempests a more open skye.

[_Exeunt[146] Raphael and Treadway_.

_Clowne_. And I will after you home, Syr,
Since so merrily blowes the wind, Sir.

_Thomas_. Staye, frend, I am a stranger in these parts
And woold in one thinge gladly bee resolved.

_Clowne_. I am in haste.

_Thomas_. That little leasure thou bestowest on mee
I shalbee gladd to pay for; nay, I will.
Drinke that for my sake.

_Clowne_. Not this, Syr, as it is; for I can make a shifte to dissolve
hard mettall into a more liquid substance. A cardeq![147] oh Syr, I can
distill this into a quintessence cal'd _Argentum potabile_.[148]

_Thomas_. I heard you name one _Ashburne_; can you bring mee
To th'sight of such a man?

_Clowne_. Easily I can, Syr. But for another peice of the same stampe,
I can bringe you to heare him, to feele him, to smell, to tast him, and
to feede upon him your whole fyve senses.

_Thomas_. There's for thee, though I have no hope at all
To finde in _France_ what I in _Florens_ seeke.
And though my brother have no child alyve,
As longe synce lost when I was rob'd of myne,
Yet for the namesake, to my other travells
I'l add this little toyle, though purposeles.
I have about mee letters of Import
Dyrected to a merchant of that name
For whose sake (beeinge one to mee intyred)
I only crave to see the gentleman.

_Clowne_. Beleeve mee Syr I never love to jest, with those that
beforehand deale with me in earnest. Will you follow mee?

_Thomas_. Prooves hee my brother, and his dowghter found,
Lost by my want of care, (which canott bee
All reasons well considered) and I so happy
To bringe him newes of a recovered state,
Who to his foes so longe hathe been a prey,
I'd count my monthes and y