Jul. I believe ye;
But yet what that may raise in both our fancies,
What issues such warm parents breed.
Vir. I obey you,
And take my leave as from the Saint that keeps me.
I will be right again, and once more happy
In thy unimitable love.
Jul. I'll pray for ye,
And when you fall I have not long to follow. [Exeunt.
Enter Sesse, Master, Boteswain, and Gunner, at one door, Martia and Ronvere, at another.
Ses. Now we have got free credit with the Captain.
Mast. Soft, soft, he's here again: Is not that Lady—
Or have I lost mine eyes? a salt rhume seizes 'em;
But I should know that face.
Bots. Make him not madder,
Let him forget the woman; steer a lar-board.
Mast. He will not kill her.
Bots. Any thing he meets;
He's like a Hornet now, he hums, and buzzes;
Nothing but blood and horror.
Mast. I would save the Lady,
For such another Lady.