Stew. 'Tis great pity; yet he makes very gentle signs.
De F. I'm got into a dark and slippery labyrinth, and
Grope but by a spark; whilst every pause is fatal.
No. It had miscarried; and the king's presence
Was a sacred guard: now, to break in upon them were
To betray our lives to nothing. Sure, heaven will not
Lose the glory of such a justice, and by a hand so
Justly engaged.
Enter La Gitterne, Torguina, and La Prate.
De L. The ladies! Good girls, this deserves a double
Thanks. Here's a gentleman, whose merits may
Invite him to your acquaintance, ladies.
Tor. I shall ever study that due honour, by all the
Ambitiousness of your humble servant, sir.
La P. You may please to pardon her, whose demerits
Make her modest in her expressions to honour
You, noble sir.
De F. You engage a poor life to your virtue.
De L. What, ladies, have you put 'em together
for a brave boy to-night?
La P. That's as the dice run, sir.
La G. The colonel will find a piece of service on't to-night.