Ori. So she shall Ladies,
Come, pray ye come up.
Ros. O me.
Lil. Hang me if I knew her:
Were I a man my self, I should now love ye;
Nay, I should doat.
Ros. I dare not trust mine eyes;
For as I live ye are the strangest alter'd,
I must come up to know the truth.
Ser. So must I, Lady;
For I am a kind of unbeliever too.
Lil. Get ye gone, Sirrah;
And what ye have seen, be secret in: you are paid else,
No more of your long tongue.
Fac. Will ye go in Ladies,
And talk with her? These venturers will come straight:
Away with this fellow.
Lil. There, Sirrah, go, disport ye.
Ser. I would the trunk-hos'd-woman would go with me. [Exit.