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_Mild_. Thousand deathes
I will indure fyrst! synce I neather owe thee
Nor will I paye thee any thinge.

_Grip_. Didst thou not sweare?

_Mild_. I did, and will againe
If it bee to my profit, but oathes made
Unto our hurt wee are not bound to keepe.

_Ashb_. What's that you chalendge, _Gripus_.

_Grip_. Not a sowse lesse
Then a full thousand crownes.

_Ashb_. On what condition?

_Grip_. So much hee vowed and swore to paye mee downe
At sight of this his budgett; a deneere
I will not bate; downe with my dust, thou perjurer.

_Ashb_. But did hee sweare?

_Mild_. Suppose it, saye I did.

_Ashb_. Then thus I saye, oathes ta'ne advisedly
Ought to bee kept; and this I'l see performed,
What's forfett to my man is due to mee;
I claime it as my right; these your bawdes fallacyes
In this shall no weye helpe you, you shall answer it
Now as a subject and beefore the judge.

_Mild_. If I appeare in coort I am lost againe;
Better to part with that then hazard all.
These bagges conteine fyve hundred pownds apeece,
Tak't and the pox to boot.

_Grip_. And all these myne?

_Godf_. Would I might have a share in't.

_Ashb_. Nowe tell mee, _Mildewe_, howe thou ratest the freedome
Of th'other virgin yonge _Scribonia_,
Companion with my dowghter?

_Mild_. I am weary
Of this lewde trade; give mee fyve hundred crownes
And take her; I'l gie't over now in tyme
Ere it bringe mee to the gallowes.

_Ashb_. There's for her ransom; she's from henceforthe free.

_Grip_. Howe, Syr?

_Ashb_. These other, _Gripus_, still belonge to thee
Towards the manumission.

_Enter at one doore Palestra, Scribonia; at the other
Raphael, Treadway, Thomas Ashburne and the Clowne_.

_Raph_. If all bee trewe my man related to mee
I have no end of Joy.

_Ash_. This is my _Mirable_,
My doughter and freeborne; and if you still
Persist the same man you profest your self,
Beehold shee is your wyfe.

_Raph_. You crowne my hopes.

_Mir_. This very day hathe made mee full amends
For many yeares of crosses.

_Tread_. Nowe my suite.

_Raph_. Nor are my expectations yet at heighte
Before my frend bee equally made blest
In this fayer damsell's love.

_Tread_. To accomplishe which
If all the wealth that I injoye by land,
Or what at Sea's in ventur, will but purchase
With her release a tye of love to mee,
This hower it shalbe tenderd.

_Ashb_. Offer'd fayrely;
But knwe, syr, could you winne her to your wishes,
She shall not