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Scæne 2.

Iaques, Christophero.
Iaq.
Mischiefe and hell, what is this man a spirit,
Haunts he my houses ghost? still at my doore?
He has beene at my doore, he has beene in,
In my deere doore: pray God my gold be safe.
Enter Christophero.
Gods pitty, heres another. Rachel, ho Rachel.

Chris.
God saue you honest father.

Iaq.
Rachel, Gods light, come to me, Rachel, Rachel!

Exit.
Chris.
Now in Gods name what ayles he? this is strange!
He loues his daughter so, Ile lay my life,
That hee's afraid, hauing beene now abroad,
I come to seeke her loue vnlawfully.

Enter Iaques.
Iaq.
Tis safe, tis safe, they haue not rob'd my treasure.

Chris.
Let it not seeme offensiue to you sir.

Iaq.
Sir, Gods my life sir, sir, call me sir.

Chris.
Good father here me.

Iaq.
You are most welcome sir,
I meant almost; and would your worship speake?
Would you abase your selfe to speake to me?

Chris.
Tis no abasing father: my intent
Is to do further honour to you sir
Then onely speake: which is to be your sonne.

Iaq.
My gold is in his nostrels, he has smelt it,
Breake breast, breake heart, fall on the earth my entrailes,
With this same bursting admiration!
He knowes my gold, he knowes of all my treasure,
How do you know sir? whereby do you guesse?

Chris.
At what sir? what isl you meane?

Iaq.

I aske, an't please your Gentle worship, how you
know?

I meane, how I should make your worship know
That I haue nothing—
To giue with my poore daughter? I haue nothing:
The very aire, bounteous to euery man,
Is scant to me, sir.

Chris.
I do thinke good father, you are but poore,

Iaq.
He thinkes so, harke, but thinke so:
He thinkes not so, he knowes of all my treasure.

Exit. Christ.
Chris.
Poore man he is so ouerioyed to heare
His daughter may be past his hopes bestowed,
That betwixt feare and hope (if I meane simply)
He is thus passionate.

Enter Iaques.
Iaq.
Yet all is safe within, is none without?
No body breake my walles?

Chris.
What say you father, shall I haue your daughter?

Iaq.
I haue no dowry to bestow vpon her.

Chris.
I do expect none, father.

Iaq.
That is well,
Then I beseech your worship make no question
Of that you wish, tis too much fauour to me.

Chris.
Ile leaue him now to giue his passions breath,
Which being setled, I will fetch his daughter:
I shall but moue too much, to speake now to him.
Exit Christophero.

Iaq.
So, hee's gone, would all were dead and gone,
That I might liue with my deere gold alone.