Fre. You have another Gamester I perceive by ye,
You durst not slight me else.
Sor. I'le find him out,
Though he lye next thy heart hid, I'le discover him,
And ye proud peat, I'le make you curse your insolence.
Val. Tongue of an Angel, and the truth of Heaven,
How am I blest! [Exit Val.
Sor. Podramo go in hast
To my Sisters Gentlewoman, you know her well,
And bid her send her Mistris presently
The lesser Cabinet she keeps her Letters in,
And such like toyes, and bring it to me instantly. Away.
Pod. I am gone. [Exit.
Enter the Queen with two Ladies.
Sor. The Queen.
Fred. Let's quit the place, she may grow jealous.
[Ex. Fred. Sorano.
Queen. So suddenly departed! what's the reason?
Does my approach displease his Grace? are my eyes
So hateful to him? or my conversation
Infected, that he flies me? Fair Evanthe,
Are you there? then I see his shame.