de-Gard. Fie, Ladies.
P[re]serve your freedom still.
Lil. Well, well, for this time.
Lug. And carry that full state.
Ros. That's as the wind stands:
If it begin to chop about, and scant us;
Hang me, but I know what I'le do: come direct us,
I make no doubt, we shall do handsomly.
de-Ga. Some part o'th' way we'll wait upon ye, Ladies;
The rest your man supplies.
Lug. Do well, I'le honour ye. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.
Enter Factor, and Mirabel, Oriana, and two Merchants.
Fac. Look ye, Sir, there she is, you see how busie;
Methinks you are infinitely bound to her, for her journey.
Mir. How gloriously she shews! She is a tall woman.