Oria. In all, I vow to ye.
Ros. Do, do: he has a lucky hand sometimes, I'le assure ye:
And hunts the recovery of a lost Lover deadly.
Lug. You must away straight.
Oria. Yes.
Lug. And I'le instruct ye:
Here ye can know no more.
Oria. By your leave, sweet Ladies,
And all our Fortunes, arrive at our own wishes.
Lil. Amen, Amen.
Lug. I must borrow your man.
Lil. 'Pray take him;
He is within: to do her good, take any thing,
Take us, and all.
Lug. No doubt ye may find Takers;
And so we'll leave ye to your own disposes. [Exeunt.