_Gan_. What says fayre _Bertha_?

_Ber_. That my free will dothe bynde
My love to his comandment.

_Gan_. Then take her, boy; we wilbe hencefourthe frends,
And howsoever crosses come & goe
Ile leave thee cloathes inowe for winter tyme.

_Bus_. Sir, I am bound to you & to my mistress,
And will so arme my servyce with delighte
That, madam, you shall counte thys maryadge yoake
The onlye lyst of pleasure.

_Ber_. Thats my hope:
Bate me the pleasure, and, beleive it, Sir,
I shall crye out oth bargayne.

_Bus_. Feare me not.

_Gan_. Come, we will have thys maryage sollempnyzd,
In which I meane to feighte with agonye
And shoe the worlde I can cast honors of
More easlye then my garments. Wisdome & thought
Most precious ever when tys dearest bought.

[_Exe. all but Gab_.

_Gab_. Suer thys should be the day of _Valentyne_