Bel. Till the evil constellation be past over me: Yet, I believe, it would hasten my recovery, if I knew whom she loved.
Mask. You shall not be long without that satisfaction.
Wild. 'St, the door opens; and two women are coming out.
Bel. By their stature, they should be thy gracious mistress and Beatrix.
Wild. Methinks you should know your cue then, and withdraw.
Bel. Well, I'll leave you to your fortune; but, if you come to close fighting, I shall make bold to run in, and part you.
[Bellamy and Maskall, withdrawing.
Wild. Yonder she comes, with full sails i'faith! I'll hail her amain, for England.
Enter Jacintha and Beatrix, at the other end of the stage.
Beat. You do love him then?
Jac. Yes, most vehemently!