Mildewe. I'l fetch my doughter That hath no lightnes in her, currant too As any lasse i'th cittye.

All's theire safe Unrifled, naye untutcht, save a small caskett With som few trifles of no valewe in't, Yet to mee pretious, synce by them I have fownd My one and only doughter.

I have longe sought and nowe at lengthe have found That diamond, thee my doughter.

And woo your doughter to doo so too? Ashb.