Lep. I see she love me ver much. [Aside.] I vill go see vere de captain is got—hush you little devil of a sly pretty rogue!
[Exit.
Rosa. How perverse! by loitering here, Lord Winlove and Henry must certainly meet, and I have the worst to dread from their violence of temper.
Enter Lapoche.
Lap. All is safe—your captain is facing up to anoder lady—come to my house vid me.
Rosa. 'Tis certainly the surest, and speediest means of seeing my lord again—then the necessity of relieving him from the anxiety, into which, my absence must have thrown him—I'm strongly tempted, notwithstanding the impertinence of this fellow.
Lep. She ver fond of me, vonce I have her in my power, if she be unkind—up I lock her for de Lady Abbess. [Aside.] Oh, you pretty pattern for a tailor's wife—I do adore de dimple of your chin—your hand soft as Englis broad cloth—your lip, Genoa velvet, and your eye bright as de Birmingham button.
SCENE II.
Another Part of the Course.
Enter Celia and Henry.