Mast. Pray ye be mild Sir;
I must attend elsewhere. [Exit.
Ped. Pray ye be secure Sir,
What would ye say? how my heart beats and trembles!
He holds me hard by th' hand; O my life, her flesh too!
I know not what to think: her tears, her true ones;
Pure orient tears: Hark, do you know me little one?
Alin. O Pedro Pedro!
Ped. O my soul!
Gent. What fit's this?
The Pilgrim's off the hooks too.
Alin. Let me hold thee,
And now come all the world, and all that hate me.
Ped. Be wise, and not discovered: O how I love ye!
How do ye now?
Alin. I have been miserable;
But your most vertuous eyes have cur'd me, Pedro:
Pray ye think it no immodesty, I kiss ye,
My head's wild still.
Ped. Be not so full of passion,
Nor do not hang so greedily upon me;
'Twill be ill taken.
Alin. Are ye weary of me?
I will hang here eternally, kiss ever,
And weep away for joy.