Fac. They are come in: Sit you two off, as strangers,
There Ladie: where's the boy? be readie, Sirrah,
And clear your Pipes, the Musick now: they enter. [Musick.
Enter Mirabel, Pinac, and Belleur.
Pi. What a state she keeps! how far off they sit from her!
How rich she is! I marry, this shews bravely.
Bel. She is a lusty wench: and may allure a good man,
But if she have a tongue, I'le not give two pence for her:
There sits my Fury: how I shake to see her!
Fac. Madam, this is the Gentleman.
Mir. How sweet she kisses!
She has a Spring dwells on her lips: a paradise:
This is the Legacie.
SONG.
From the honor'd dead I bring
Thus his love and last offring.
Take it nobly, 'tis your due,
From a friendship ever true.
From a faith &c.
Ori. Most noble Sir,
This from my now dead Brother, as his love,
And gratefull memory of your great benefit:
From me my thanks, my wishes, and my service.
Till I am more acquainted I am silent,
Only I dare say this, you are truly noble.
Mir. What should I think?