Ros. Pray ye whence is she?
Mir. Of England, and a most accomplish'd Lady,
So modest that mens eyes are frighted at her,
And such a noble carriage. How now Sirrah?
Enter a Boy.
Boy. Sir, the great English Lady.
Mir. What of her, Sir?
Boy. Has newly left her coach, and coming this way,
Where you may see her plain: Monsieur Pinac,
The only man that leads her.
Enter Pinac, Mariana, and Attendants.
Mir. He is much honored;
Would I had such a favour: now vex Ladies,
Envy, and vex, and rail.
Ros. Ye are short of us, Sir.
Mir. 'Bless your fair fortune, Sir.