Bar. Away then. [Exit. So, now will I go in to Lodowick, And, like a cunning spirit, feign some lie, Till I have set 'em both at enmity. [Exit.
ACT THE THIRD.
SCENE I.
Enter [77] Bellamira, a courtesan.
Bell. Since this town was besieged, my gain grows cold: The time has been that, but for one bare night, A hundred ducats have been freely given: But now against my will I must be chaste; And yet I know my beauty doth not fail. From Venice merchants, and from Padua Were wont to come rare-witted gentlemen, Scholars I mean, learnèd and liberal; And now, save Pilia-Borza, comes there none, And he is very seldom from my house;10 And here he comes.
Enter Pilia-Borza.
Pilia. Hold thee, wench, there's something for thee to spend.