Ori. How?

Fac. Taken to the utmost:
A wonder dwells about him.

Ori. He did not guess at me?

Fac. No; be secure, you show another woman.
He is gone to fetch his friends.

Ori. Where are the gentlewomen?

Enter below Rosalura, Lillia, and Servant.

Fac. Here, here; now they are come,
Sit still, and let them see you.

Ros. Pray you, where’s my friend, sir?

Fac. She is within, ladies; but here’s another gentlewoman,
A stranger to this town: So please you visit her,
’Twill be well taken.

Lil. Where is she?

Fac. There, above, ladies.

Enter Rosalura, Lillya, and Servant.

Serv. Bless me! what thing is this? Two pinnacles
Upon her pate! Is’t not a glade to catch woodcocks?

Ros. Peace, you rude knave!

Serv. What a bouncing bum she has too!
There’s sail enough for a carrack.

Ros. What is this lady?
For, as I live, she is a goodly woman.

Fac. Guess, guess.

Lil. I have not seen a nobler presence.

Serv. ’Tis a lusty wench! Now could I spend my forty-pence,
With all my heart, to have but one fling at her,
To give her but a swashing blow.

Lil. You rascal!

Serv. Ay, that’s all a man has for’s good will: ’Twill be long enough
Before you cry, “Come, Anthony, and kiss me. ”

Lil. I’ll have you whipt.

Ros. Has my friend seen this lady?

Fac. Yes, yes, and is well known to her.

Ros. I much admire her presence.

Lil. So do I too;
For, I protest, she is the handsomest,
The rarest, and the newest to mine eye,
That ever I saw yet.

Ros. I long to know her;
My friend shall do that kindness.