Foro. My mistress, the lady Rossaline, left the presence even now.
Cast. My mistress, the lady Rossaline, withdrew her gracious aspect even now.
Bal. My mistress, the lady Rossaline, withdrew her gracious aspect even now. 141
Feli. [Aside.] Well said, echo.
Alb. My mistress, and his mistress, and your mistress, and the dog’s mistress. Precious dear heaven, that Alberto lives to have such rivals!—
’Slid, I have been searching every private room,
Corner, and secret angle of the court:
And yet, and yet, and yet she lives conceal’d.
Good sweet Feliche, tell me how to find
My bright-faced mistress out. 150
Feli. Why man, cry out for lanthorn and candle-light:[91]
for ’tis your only way, to find your bright-flaming wench with your light-burning torch: for most commonly, these light creatures live in darkness.
Alb. Away, you heretic, you’ll be burnt for——
Feli. Go, you amorous hound, follow the scent of your mistress’ shoe; away!
Foro. Make a fair presence; boys, advance your lights; the princess makes approach.