Bust. O sweet Diego, the sweetest Diego, stay: Sister Florimel.
Flo. What's that Brother?
Bust. Didst not hear Diego? Hear him, and thou'lt be ravish'd.
Flo. I have heard him sing, yet unravish'd, Brother.
Bust. You had the better luck (Sister.) I was ravish'd
By my own consent: Come away: for the Sports.
Flo. I have the fear of a Father on me (Brother.)
Bust. Out: the thief is as safe as in his Mill: he's hunting with our
Great Land-lord, the Don Otrante. Strike up Diego.
Flo. But say he return before us, where's our excuse?
Bust. Strike up Diego. Hast no strings to thy apron?
Flo. Well, the fault lie upon your head (Brother.)