Nor. Well, if she come, I doubt not to convert her,
If not, the sin lye on your head.
Good night. [Exit Nor. and Servants.
Enter Colonna and Lucinda.
Col. There you shall find him Lady: you know what I have said,
And if you please you may make use.
Luc. No doubt Sir.
[C]ol. From hence I shall hear all.
Mir. Come hither young one.
Beshrew my heart: a handsome wench: come nearer,
A very handsome one: do not you grieve, Sweet,
You are a prisoner?
Luc. The loss of liberty
No doubt Sir, is a heavy and a sharp burden
To them that feel it truely: But your servant,
Your humble handmayd, never felt that rigor,
Thanks to that noble will: no want, no hunger,
(Companions still to slaves) no violence
Nor any unbeseeming act, we start at,
Have I yet [met] with; all content and goodness,
Civility, and sweetness of behaviour
Dwell round about me; therefore worthy Master,
I cannot say I grieve my liberty.
Mir. Do not you fancy me too cold a Soldier,
Too obstinate an enemy to youth,
That had so fair a jewel in my Cabinet,
And in so long a time, would nere look on it?
Col. What can she say now?
Luc. Sure I desir'd to see ye,
And with a longing wish.