Ray. Who is this?
Sure 'tis a woman, I have trode this place,
And found much footing; now I know 'tis peopl'd.
Ha, let me see! 'tis her face.
Oh Heaven! turn this way Maid.
Amin. Oh Raymond, oh Brother.
Raym. Her tongue too: 'tis my Sister; what rude hand!
Nay kiss me first, Oh joy!
Amin. Fly, fly dear brother,
You are lost else.
Jul. A man, a man, a new man.
Raym. What are these?
Enter Juletta, Crocale, Clarinda.
Cro. An enemy, an enemy.
Cla. Dispatch him,
Take him off, shoot him straight.
Raym. I dare not use my sword, Ladies,
Against such comely foes.