Ant. They were pretty homely toyes: but your presence
Made them illustrious.
Ism. My Cosen speaks to you.
Am. A Gentlewoman Sir, Isabella.
She names her self.
Mar. So, so, it hits finely now.
Ant. Name your self how you please: speak what you please,
I'll hear you cheerfully.
Ism. You are not well,
Request her in, she may have more acquaintance
With his passions, and better cure for 'em.
Am. She's nice in that (Madam) poor soul it seems
She's fearful of your displeasure.
Ism. I'll quit her
From that presently, and bring her in my self. [Exit.
Mar. How carelesly do you behave your self,
When you should call all your best faculties
To counsel in you! how will you answer
The breach you made with fair Ismenia?
Have you forgot the retrograde vow you took
With her, that now is come in evidence?
You'll dye upon your shame, you need no more
Enemies of the house, but the Lady now:
You shall have your dispatch.
Enter Ismenia like Juno.