Jac. 'Tis very true, Beatrix; for though I am the younger sister, I should have the grace to lay modesty first aside: However, sister, let us pull up our veils, and give them an essay of our faces.
[They pull up their veils, and pull them down again.
Wild. Ah, Bellamy! undone, undone! Dost thou see those beauties?
Bel. Pr'ythee, Wildblood, hold thy tongue, and do not spoil my contemplation: I am undoing myself as fast as ever I can, too.
Wild. I must go to them.
Bel. Hold, madman! Dost thou not see their father? Hast thou a mind to have our throats cut?
Wild. By a Hector of fourscore? Hang our throats: What! a lover, and cautious?
[Is going towards them.
Alon. Come away, daughters; we shall be late else.
Bel. Look you, they are on the wing already.
Wild. Pr'ythee, dear Frank, let's follow them: I long to know who they are.
Mask. Let me alone, I'll dog them for you.