Phi. Dear Leocadia, where canst thou be fled
Thus like a spirit hence? and in a moment?
What cloud can hide thee from my following search
If yet thou art a body? sure she hath not
Tane any house? she did too late leave one
Where all humanity of a place receiv'd her,
And would, (if she had staid) have help'd to right
The wrong her fortune did her; yet she must
Be [inter'd] somewhere, or be found, no street,
Lane, passage, corner, turn, hath scap'd enquiry:
If her despair had ravish'd her to air
She could not yet be ratified so
But some of us should meet her? though their eyes
Perhaps be leaden, and might turn; mine would
Strike out a lightning for her, and divide
A mist as thick as ever darkness was,
Nay see her through a quarry; they do lye,
Lye grosly that say love is blind; by him,
And heaven they lye; he has a sight can pierce
Through Ivory, as cleer as it were horn,
And reach his object.
Enter Incubo.
Inc. Sir, he's found, he's found.
Phi. Ha? where? But reach that happy Note again
And let it relish truth, thou art an Angel.
Inc. He's here; fast by Sir, calling for a Boat
To go aboard the Gallies.
Phi. Where, where; hold thee. [Exit.
Inc. He might ha' kept this now, I had nought to shew for't,
If he had had the wit t' have gone from's word,
These direct men, they are no men of fashion,
Talk what you will, this is a very smelt. [Exit.
Scæna Tertia.
Enter Leonardo with a Surgeon.
Leo. Upon your Art Sir, and your faith to assist it
Shall I believe you then his wound's not mortal?