Bust. And Don what call you him? he's a Gentleman:
Yet he has but a Yeomans name,
Don Tarso, Tarso, and a dozen at their heels.
Ant. Lisauro, Tarso, nor a dozen more
Shall fright me from my ground, nor shun my path,
Let 'em come on in their ablest fury.
Mar. 'Tis worthily resolved: I'll stand by you Sir,
This way, I am thy true friend.
Bust. I'll be gone Sir, that one may live to tell what's become of you.
Put up, put up, will you never learn to know a lye
From an Esop's Fables? there's a tast for you now. [Exit.
Enter Ismenia and Aminta.
Mar. Look Sir, what time of day is it?
Ant. I know not, my eyes go false, I dare not trust 'em now,
I prethee tell me (Martin) if thou canst,
Is that Ismenia or Isabella.
Mar. This is the Lady, forget not, Isabella.
Ant. If this face may be borrowed and lent out,
If it can shift shoulders, and take other tyres,
So, 'tis mine where ere I find it.
Ism. Be sudden. [Exit Aminta.
I cannot hold out long.