_Cla._ Upon my soul it is, Sir, and I bind ye.
_Gos._ _Clause_, can'st thou be so cruel?
_Cla._ You may break, Sir,
But never more in my thoughts appear honest.
_Gos._ Did'st ever see her?
_Cla._ No.
_Gos._ She is such a thing,
O _Clause_, she is such a wonder, such a mirror,
For beauty, and fair vertue, _Europe_ has not:
Why hast thou made me happy, to undo me?
But look upon her; then if thy heart relent not,
I'le quit her presently: who waits there?
_Ser._ [_within_] Sir.
_Gos._ Bid my fair love come hither, and the Company.
Prethee be good unto me; take a mans heart
And look upon her truly: take a friends heart
And feel what misery must follow this.
_Cla._ Take you a noble heart and keep your promise;
I forsook all I had, to make you happy.
_Enter_ Gertrude, Vandunk, _and the rest_ Merchants.
Can that thing call'd a Woman, stop your goodness?
_Gos._ Look there she is, deal with me as thou wilt now,
Did'st ever see a fairer?
_Cla._ She is most goodly.
_Gos._ Pray ye stand still.
_Ger._ What ails my love?
_Gos._ Didst thou ever,
By the fair light of Heave[n], behold a sweeter?
O that thou knew'st but love, or ever felt him,
Look well, look narrowly upon her beauties.
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