Dia. And me, in breaking of his word with Bredwel—
L. Ful.—So—as Trincolo says, wou’d you were both hang’d for me, for putting me in mind of my Husband. For I have e’en no better luck than either of you—Let our two Fates warn your approaching one: I love young Bredwel and must plead for him.
Dia. I know his Virtue justifies my Choice: But Pride and Modesty forbids I shou’d unlov’d pursue him.
Let. Wrong not my Brother so, who dies for you—
Dia. Cou’d he so easily see me given away,
Without a Sigh at parting?
For all the day a Calm was in his Eyes,
And unconcern’d he look’d and talk’d to me;
In dancing never prest my willing Hand,
Nor with a scornful Glance reproach’d my Falshood.
Let. Believe me, that Dissembling was his Master-piece.
Dia. Why should he fear, did not my Father promise him?
Let. Ay, that was in his wooing time to me: But now ‘tis all forgotten— [Musick at the door.
After which enter Bearjest and Bredwel.
L. Ful. How now, Cousin! Is this high piece of Gallantry from you?