Ant. What manner of woman is she? Does she not want two of the four elements? has she any thing about her but air and fire?
Serv. Truly, she flies about the room as if she had wings instead of legs; I believe she's just turning into a bird:—A house bird I warrant her:—And so hasty to fly to you, that, rather than fail of entrance, she would come tumbling down the chimney, like a swallow.
Enter Morayma.
Ant. [Running to her, and embracing her.] Look, if she be not here already!—What, no denial it seems will serve your turn? Why, thou little dun, is thy debt so pressing?
Mor. Little devil, if you please: Your lease is out, good master conjurer, and I am come to fetch your soul and body; not an hour of lewdness longer in this world for you.
Ant. Where the devil hast thou been? and how the devil didst thou find me here?
Mor. I followed you into the castle-yard, but 422 there was nothing but tumult and confusion: and I was bodily afraid of being picked up by some of the rabble; considering I had a double charge about me,—my jewels, and my maidenhead.
Ant. Both of them intended for my worship's sole use and property.
Mor. And what was poor little I among them all?
Ant. Not a mouthful a-piece: 'Twas too much odds, in conscience!