Fran. Thou shalt have it, his Silks shall flie for it. [Exeunt.
Enter Lazarello and his boy.
Laz. How sweet is a Calm after a Tempest, what is there now that can stand betwixt me and felicity? I have gone through all my crosses constantly; have confounded my enemies, and know where to have my longing satisfied: I have my way before me, there's the door, and I may freely walk into my delights: knock boy.
Jul. Who's there? [Within.
Laz. Madona, my Love, not guilty, not guilty, open the door.
Enter Julia.
Jul. Art thou come sweet-heart?
Laz. Yes, to [thy] soft embraces, and the rest of my over-flowing blisses; come, let us in and swim in our delights: a short Grace as we go, and so to meat.
Jul. Nay my dear Love, you must bear with me in this; we'll to the Church first.
Laz. Shall I be sure of it then?