Gent. Good night, thou noble Knight, Sir Pandarus.
My heart is cold o'th' suddain, and a strange dulness
Possesses all my body: thy Will be done Heaven. [Exit.
Enter Gabriella and Casta: and Maria with a Taper.
Casta. 'Faith Friend, I was even going to my bed,
When your Maid told me of your sudden sickness:
But from my grave (so truly I love you)
I think your name would raise me: ye look ill
Since last I saw ye, much decay'd in colour:
Yet I thank Heaven, I find no such great danger
As your Maid frighted me withal: take courage
And give your sickness course: some grief you have got
That feeds within upon your tender spirits,
And wanting open way to vent it self,
Murders your mind, and choaks up all your sweetness.
Gab. It was my Maids fault; worthy friend, to trouble ye,
So late, upon so light a cause: yet since I have ye
Oh my dear Casta.
Casta. Out with it, God's name.
Gab. The Closset of my heart, I will lock here, wench,
[Laval knocks within.
And things shall make ye tremble. Who's that knocks there?
Mar. 'Tis Lavall.
Gab. Sit you still. Let him in.
I am resolv'd, and all you wronged women,
You noble spirits, that as I have suffer'd
Under this glorious beast-insulting man,
Lend me your causes, then your cruelties,
For I must put on madness above women.