Flo. Why sure I dream: these are all Saints.
Otr. Go, and live all her slaves.
Ger. We are proud to do it. [Exeunt.
Otr. What think ye now? am not I able Florimell
Yet to preserve ye?
Flo. I am bound to your Lordship,
Ye are all honour, and good my Lord but grant me,
Untill to morrow, leave to weigh my fortunes,
I'll give you a free answer, perhaps a pleasing,
Indeed I'll do the best I can to satisfie ye.
Otr. Take your good time, this kiss, till then farewell,
Sweet. [Exeunt.
Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima.
Enter Antonio, Martine, Bustofa.
Mar. BY all means discharge your follower.