Hero. Go run,
And tell the Duke; And whilst I'll close her eyes.
Thus I shut thy faded light,
And put it in eternall night.
Where is she can boldly say
Though she be as fresh as May:
She shall not by this Corps be laid,
Ere to morrows light doe fade.
Let us all now living be,
Warn'd by thy strict Chastitie;
And marry all fast as we can,
Till then we keep a piece of man,
Wrongfully from them that owe it
Soon may every Maid bestow it. [Exeunt.
Enter Bacha and a Maid.
Bac. Who is it?
Maid. Forsooth there's [a] gallant Coach at the dore,
And the brave old man in't, that you said was the Duke.
Bacha. Cupid, grant he may be taken. Away:
Maid. He is coming up, and looks the swaggeringst, and has such glorious cloaths.
Bac. Let all the house see me sad, and see all handsome.
Enter Leontius, and Timantus, a Jewell and a Ring.
Leon. Nay widow flie not back, we come not now to chide, stand up and bid me welcome.