Otr. That's womans ripe age; as full as thou art
At one and twenty: she's manable, is she not?
Bust. I think not: poor heart, she was never try'd in my conscience.
'Tis a coy thing; she will not kiss you a clown, not if he
Would kiss her.
Otr. What man?
Bust. Not if he would kiss her, I say.
Otr. Oh, 'twas cleanlier than I expected: well Sir,
I'll leave you to your own; but my opinion is,
You may take her along: this is half way:
The rest (Gerasto) and I hunt my prey,— [Exit.
Bust. Away with the old Miller (my Lord) and the Mill
Strikes sail presently.
Enter Pedro, with Gerasto blind, singing.
SONG.
Ger. Come follow me (you Countrey-Lasses)
And you shall see such sport as passes:
You shall Danc[e], and I will Sing;
Pedro he shall rub the string:
Each shall have a loose bodied Gown
Of green; and laugh till you lie down.
Come follow me, come follow, &c.
Enter Florimel.