Zoy. Marry you? ha, ha, ha.
Hida. Kill me or grant, wilt thou not speak at all?
Zoy. Why I will do your Will for ever.
Hida. I ask no more: but let me kiss that mouth
That is so merciful; that is my will:
Next go with me before the King in haste,
That is my Will; where I will make our Peers
Know, that thou art their better.
Zoy. Ha, ha, ha, that is fine, ha, ha, ha.
Cleo. Madam, what means your Grace?
Consider for the love of Heaven to what
You run madly; will you take this Viper
Into your bed?
Hida. Away, hold off thy hands:
Strike her sweet Zoylous, for it is my Will,
Which thou hast sworn to doe.
Zoy. Away for shame.
Know you no manners: ha, ha, ha. [Exit.
Cleo. Thou know'st none I fear,
This is just Cupid's Anger, Venus look down mildly on us:
And command thy Son to spare this Lady once, and let me
be in love with [all]: and none in love with me. [Exit.