Val. Peace impudence,
And dear Gomera practice patience
As I my self must, by some means at last
We shall dissolve this Riddle.
Gom. Wherefore comes
This villain in this festival array,
As if he triumph'd for his treachery?
Cast. That is by our appointment: give us leave,
You shall know why anon.
Enter Miranda, Norandine, Collona.
Val. One of the Esguard.
Esg. The Gentlemen are come.
Val. Truce then awhile,
With our sad thoughts; what are you both resolv'd?
Nor. Not I my Lord, your down-right Captain still
I'll live, and serve you, not that altogether
I want compunction of conscience,
I have enough to save me, and that's all,
Bar me from drink, and drabs, ev'n hang me too,
You must ev'n make your Captains Capons first,
I have too much flesh for this spiritual Knighthood,
And therefore do desire forbearance, Sir,
Till I am older, or more mortifi'd,
I am too sound yet.
Val. What say you Miranda?
Mir. With all pure zeal to Heaven, duty to you,
I come to undergo it.