| | Ay, but that's slander'd by captivity. | 20 | |
| | Yet might she love me to content her sire: | |
| | Ay, but her reason masters his desire. | |
| | Yet might she love me as her brother's friend: | |
| | Ay, but her hopes aim at some other end. | |
| | Yet might she love me to uprear her state: | |
| | Ay, but perhaps she hopes some nobler mate. | |
| | Yet might she love me as her beauty's thrall: | |
| | Ay, but I fear she cannot love at all. | |
| Lor. | My lord, for my sake leave this ecstasy, | |
| | And doubt not but we'll find some remedy. | 30 |
| | Some cause there is that lets you not be lov'd; | |
| | First that must needs be known, and then remov'd. | |
| | What, if my sister love some other knight? | |
| Bal. | My summer's day will turn to winter's night. | |
| Lor. | I have already found a stratagem, | |
| | To sound the bottom of this doubtful theme. | |
| | My lord, for once you shall be rul'd by me; | |
| | Hinder me not, whate'er you hear or see. | |
| | By force or fair means will I cast about | |
| | To find the truth of all this question out. | 40 | |
| | Ho, Pedringano! | |
| Ped. | Signior! | |
| Lor. | Vien qui presto. | |
| Enter Pedringano. | |
| Ped. | Hath your lordship any service to command me? | |
| Lor. | Ay, Pedringano, service of import; | |