Bel. You shall find us i'th' Tavern,
Lamenting in Sack and Sugar for our losses;
If she be right Italian, and want servants,
You may prefer the properest man.
How I could worry a woman now!
Pin. Come, come, leave prating;
Ye may have enough to do, without this boasting.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.
Enter Lugier, de-Gard, Rosalu, and Lilia.
Lug. This is the last adventure.
de-Ga. And the happiest,
As we hope too.
Ros. We should be glad to find it.
Lil. Who shall conduct us thither?
Lug. Your man is ready,
For I must not be seen; no, nor this Gentleman;
That may beget suspicion: all the rest
Are people of no doubt; I would have ye, Ladies,
Keep your old liberties, and as we instruct ye:
Come, look not pale; you shall not lose your wishes;
Nor beg 'em neither: but be your selves, and happy.