Rut. Excellent Lady, To shew I am a creature, bound to your service, And only yours—
Guio. Keep at that distance Sir; For if you stir—
Rut. I am obedient.
She has found already, I am for her turn;
With what a greedy hawks eye she beholds me!
Mark how she musters all my parts.
Guio. A goodly Gentleman, Of a more manly set, I never look'd on.
Rut. Mark, mark her eyes still; mark but the carriage of 'em.
Guio. How happy am I now, since my Son fell,
He fell not by a base unnoble hand!
As that still troubled me; how far more happy
Shall my revenge be, since the Sacrifice,
I offer to his grave, shall be both worthy
A Sons untimely loss, and a Mothers sorrow!
Rut. Sir, I am made believe it; she is mine own,
I told you what a spell I carried with me,
All this time does she spend in contemplation
Of that unmatch'd delight: I shall be thankfull to ye;
And if you please to know my house, to use it;
To take it for your own.
Guio. Who waits without there?
Enter Guard, and Servants, they seize upon Rut. and bind him.
Rut. How now? what means this, Lady?