Isa. [Aside.] He speaks not to this pledge; has he no mistress?
Would I might choose one for him! but ’t may be
He doth adore a brighter star than we.
Rob. Sit, ladies, sit; you have had standing long.
[Massino[202] dances a Levalto or a Galliard, and in
the midst of it falleth into the Bride’s lap, but straight leaps up and danceth it out.
Men. Bless the man! sprightly and nobly done!
Tha. What, is your ladyship hurt?
Isa. O no, an easy fall. 160
[Aside.] Was I not deep enough, thou god of lust,
But I must further wade! I am his now,
As sure as Juno’s Jove’s! Hymen, take flight,
And see not me, ’tis not my wedding night.
[Exit Isabella.
Car. The bride’s departed, discontent it[203] seems.
Rob. We’ll after her. Gallants, unmasque I pray,
And taste a homely banquet, we entreat.