Buss. O lying Spirit: welcome, loved father,
How fares my dearest mistresse?
Mont. Well as ever,
Being well as ever thought on by her lord:
Wherof she sends this witnesse in her hand,
And praies, for urgent cause, your speediest presence.
[91-92] I beleeved . . . give. One line in B.
[Scena Quarta.
A Room in Montsurry's House.]