That live by rapine, stealth and crueltie. 
Therefore to God I do commend thy state,
Who will be sure to guard thee tenderly. 
And now to you, that carry hence this wealth,
This precious Jewell, this unprized good,
Have a regarde to use him carefully,
When he is parted from that serious care,
Which was imployde for his securitie. 
I urge it not, that I misdoubt your truth;
I hope his Unckle doth perswade himselfe
You will be courteous, kinde, and affable. 
Ther’s some rewarde for hoped carefulnesse.

Allen.  Now by my soule I do suspect the men,
Especially the lower of the two: 
See, what a hollow discontented looke
He casts, which brings apparant cause of feare: 
The other, though he seeme more courteous,
Yet dooth his lookes presadge this thought in me. 
As if he scorn’d to thinke on courtesie.

Fall.  Upon my life, my sonne you are to blame,
The gentlemen are honest, vertuous,
And will protect Pertillo happily. 
These thoughts proceed out of aboundant love,
Because you grieve to leave his company. 
If ought betide him otherwise then well,
Let God require due vengaunce on my head,
And cut my hopes from all prosperitie.

Allen.  A heavie sentence, full of wondrous feare: 
I cannot choose but credit such a vowe. 
Come hether then, my joy, my chiefest hopes,
My second selfe, my earthly happinesse,
Lend me thy little prety cherry lip,
To kisse me, cozen; lay thy little hand
Upon my cheeke, and hug me tenderly. 
Would the cleere rayes of thy two glorious sunnes
Could penetrate the corners of my heart,
That thou might see how much I tender thee. 
My friends, beholde, within this little bulke
Two perfect bodyes are incorporate;
His life holdes mine, his heart conteines my hart,
His every lim containes my every part;
Without his being I can never be,
He being dead, prepare to bury me. 
Oh thou immortall mover of the spheares
Within their circled revolusions,
Whose glorious image this small orphant beares,
Wrought by thy all-sufficient majestie,
Oh never suffer any wicked hand
To harme this heavenly workmanship of thine,
But let him live, great God, to honor thee
With vertuous life and spotlesse pietie!

Per.  Cease, my kind cooze; I cannot choose but weepe, To see your care of my securitie.

Allen.—­Knewst thou my reason, that perswades my hart,
Thou wouldst not wonder, why I grieve to part: 
But yet I would suspect my fathers vowe,
Did any other make it by your leave.

Fall.  What have you done? this lothnesse to depart,
Seemes you were trained up in tediousnesse,
Thou knowst not when and where to make an end. 
Take him my friends, I know you will discharge
The hope and trust that I repose in you.

Both.  Assure your selfe, in every circumstance.