Ori. But I am fearful,
And shame a little stops my tongue.
Mir. Speak boldly.
Ori. Tell ye, I am well, I am perfect well: 'pray ye mock not;
And that I did this to provoke your Nature,
Out of my infinite and restless love,
To win your pity; pardon me.
Mir. Go forward;
Who set ye on?
Ori. None, as I live, no Creature;
Not any knew, or ever dream'd what I meant;
Will ye be mine?
Mir. 'Tis true, I pity ye:
But when I marry ye, ye must be wiser:
Nothing but Tricks? Devices?
Ori. Will ye shame me?
Mir. Yes, marry will I: Come near, come near, a miracle;
The Woman's well; she was only mad for Marriage,
Stark mad to be ston'd to death; give her good counsel,
Will this world never mend? are ye caught, Damsel?
Enter Belleur, La-Castre, Lugier, Nantolet, De Gard, Rosalure, and Bianca.
Bel. How goes it now?