Julia. Sir, will it please you follow?
Rib. I fain would speak one word, and—'sdeath! I cannot.—
Pardon me, madam; I attend.—Oh, Julia!
[Exit, leading out Julia.
O'Carrol. Och ho! poor dear creatures, my heart bleeds for them. To be sure the ould gentleman means all for the best, and what he talks must be right: but if love is a gew-gaw, as he says, by my soul! 'tis the prettiest plaything for children, from sixteen to five-and-twenty, that ever was invented!
[Exit.
SCENE IV.
The English Camp.
Enter King, Sir Walter Manny, Harcourt, Arundel, Warwick, and Attendants.