Pinac. This I suspected ever.
Come, come, uncase; we have no more use of you;
Your clothes must back
again.
Mariana. Sir, you shall pardon me;
Tis not our English use to be degraded.
If you will visit me, and take
your venture,
You shall have pleasure for your properties;
And so, sweetheart
[Exit.
Mir. Let her go, and the devil go with her!
We have never better luck with these preludiums.
Come, be not
daunted; think shes but a woman,
And let her have the devils wit, well reach her!
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.A Grove near Nantolets House.
Enter Rosalura and Lugier.
Ros. You have now redeemd my good opinion, tutor,
And you stand fair again.
Lug. I can but labour,
And sweat in your affairs. I am sure Belleur
Will be here instantly, and use his
anger,
His wonted harshness.
Ros. I hope he will not beat me.
Lug. No, sure, he has more manners. Be you ready!
Ros. Yes, yes, I am; and am resolved to fit him,
With patience to out-do all he can offer.
But how does
Oriana?
Lug. Worse, and worse still;
There is a sad house for her; she is now,
Poor lady, utterly distracted.
Ros. Pity!
Infinite pity! Tis a handsome lady.
That Mirabels a beast, worse than a monster,
If this affliction
work not.
Enter Lillia Bianca.
Lil. Are you ready?
Belleur is coming on, here, hard behind me:
I have no leisure to relate my fortune;
Only
I wish you may come off as handsomely.
Upon the sign you know what.
[Exit.
Ros. Well, well; leave me!
Enter Belleur.
Bel. How now?
Ros. You are welcome, sir.
Bel. Tis well ye have manners!
That courtsy again, and hold your countenance staidly!
That looks too
light; take heed! so, sit ye down now;
And to confirm me that your gall is gone,
Your bitterness dispersed
(for so Ill have it)
Look on me steadfastly, and, whatsoeer I say to you,
Move not, nor alter in your face; you
are gone then!
For if you do express the least distaste,
Or show an angry wrinkle (mark me, woman!
We
are now alone) I will so conjure thee,
The third part of my execution
Cannot be spoke.
Ros. I am at your dispose, sir.