Mass. You have heard our resolution; pray, be gone.
Ann. My office ever rested at your pleasure;
I was the Indian, yet you had the treasure.
My faction often sweats, and oft takes cold;
Then gild true diligence o’er with gold. 100
Mass. Thy speech deserves it. There’s gold;
[Gives her gold.
Be honest now, and not love’s noddy,
Turn’d up and play’d on whilst thou keep’st the stock.
Prithee formally let’s ha’ thy absence.
Ann. Lords, farewell.
[Exit Anna.
Mass. ’Tis whores and panders that makes earth like hell.
Gni. Now I am got out of lust’s labyrinth,
I will to Venice for a certain time,
To recreate my much abusèd spirits,
And then revisit Pavy and my friend. 110
Mass. I’ll bring you on your way, but must return;
Love is like Ætna, and will ever burn.