[Enter Methone, right]
Meth. Mistress Theano, your mother is strangely ill.
I pray you, come.
The. O me, my fatal word!
Oc. Nay, 'twas our watchful star moved me to urge it.
Let me go with you, love, and strive once more
To win the picket of her bluff regard.
The. Not now. Wait here until I come again. [Exit Theano]
Oc. The silken bud that holds a treasured world