Herc. Why, Sir Amorous, this may be, and yet you not the true father—may it not, Herod?
Gar. But what more says it, good Fawn? 79
Herod. Faith, lady, very strange things! It says that some ladies of your hair shall have feeble hams, short memories, and very weak eyesight, so that they shall mistake their own page, or even brother-in-law, sometimes for their husbands.
Sir Amor. Is that all, Fawn?
Herc. No, Sir Amorous; here’s likewise prophesied a great scarcity of gentry to ensue, so that some bores shall be dubbed Sir Amoroso. A great scarcity of lawyers is likewise this year to ensue, so that some one of them shall be entreated to take fees o’ both sides. 90
Enter Don Zuccone, following Donna Zoya on his knees.
Zuc. Most dear, dear lady! Wife, lady, wife! O do not but look on me, and ha’ some mercy!
Zoy. I will ha’ no mercy!—I will not relent!
Zuc. Sweet lady!
Zoy. The order shall stand; I am separated, and I will be separated!