Euph. Oh! my Heart, what do I see?
Dor. Talk of the Devil, and he's at your Elbow.
Oron. My dear Soul!
[Euph. runs and leaps about his Neck.
Euph. Why wou'd you stay so long from me?
Oron. 'Twas not my Fault, indeed; the Winds——
Dor. The Winds! Will the Winds blow you your Mistress again? We have had Winds too, and Waves into the Bargain; Storms and Tempests, Sea-Monsters, and the Devil and all. She struggled as long as she cou'd, but a Woman can do no more than she can do; when her Breath was gone, down she sunk.
Oron. What's the meaning of all this?
Dor. There's meaning and mumping too: your Mistress is married: that's all.
Oron. Death and Furies——