Roc. You shall: The Moore
Waites you without.
Mount. Admit her, ha, ha, ha.
Oh, how my fancies run at tilt! Gomera
Loves Oriana; she as I should ghess,
Affects Miranda; these are two dear friends,
As firm, and full of fire, as steel and flint.
To make 'em so now, one against the other: [Enter Zanthia.
Stay let me like it better, Zanthia;
First tell me this, did Don Gomera use
To give his visits to your Mistriss?
Zan. Yes, and Miranda too: but severally.
Mount. Which did she most apply to?
Zan. Faith to neither:
Yet infinitely I have heard her praise 'em both,
And in that manner, that were both one man
I think she was in love with't.
Mount. Zanthia,
Another Letter you must frame for me
Instantly, in your Ladies Character,
To such a purpose as I'll tell thee strait,
Go in, and stay me: Go my Tinder-box,
Cross lines I'll cross; so, so: my after-game
I must play better: woman, I will spread
My vengeance over Malta, for thy sake:
Spaniard, Italian, like my steel and stone,
I'll knock you thus together, wear ye out
To light my dark deeds, whilst I seem precise,
And wink to save the sparkles from mine eyes. [Exeunt.
Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima.
[A Sea-fight within, alarm.
Enter Norandine, Miranda, and Soldiers, and Gentlemen.