Theo. You have interpreted my riddle, and may take it for your pains.
Enter Alonzo, and goes apart to his devotion.
Beat. Madam, your father is returned.
Bel. She has nettled me; would, I could be revenged on her!
Wild. Do you see their father? Let us make as though we talked to one another, that we may not be suspected.
Beat. You have lost your Englishmen.
Jac. No, no, 'tis but design, I warrant you: You shall see these island cocks wheel about immediately.
[The English gather up close to them.
Beat. Perhaps they thought they were observed.
Wild. to Bel. Talk not of our country ladies: I declare myself for the Spanish beauties.
Bel. Pr'ythee, tell me what thou canst find to doat on in these Castilians?