Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima.
Enter Oriana, and Lucinda.
Ori. HOw do's my Boy?
Luc. Oh, wondrous lusty Madam,
A little Knight already: you shall live
To see him toss a Turk.
Ori. Gentle Lucinda,
Much must I thank thee for thy care, and service.
Enter Miranda, Norandine, Colonna.
And may I grow but strong to see Valetta,
My husband, and my brother, thou shalt find
I will not barely thank thee.
Mir. Look Captain, we must ride away this morning
The Auberge sits to day, and the great Master
Writes plainly, I must or deliver in
(The year expir'd) my probation weed,
Or take the Cloak: you likewise Norandine
For your full service, and your last assistance
In false Mountferrats apprehension
Are here commanded to associate me; my twin in this high honor.
Nor. I'll none on't: do they think to bind me to live chast, sober, and temperately, all days of my life? they may as soon tye an Englishman to live so; I shall be a sweet Dane, a sweet Captain, go up and down drinking small beer, and swearing 'ods neagues, no, I'll live a Squire at Arms still, and do thou so too; and thou beest wise: I have found the mystery now, why the Gentlemen wear but three bars of the cross, and the Knights the whole one.