Flo. Where's your master, Diego?
Diego. There's some ill towards, when this bird appears. [Aside.
Do you not see him? y' have liv'd too long a maid.
Flo. Sir, I have something to say t' you in private,
That requires haste.
Don O. What new accident brings you hither, Flora?
Flo. These tablets will inform you, sir. [Flora retires.
Diego. Will you not stay for an answer, damsel?
Flo. 'Tis a command, not a question, Diego.
Diego. Short and sweet, Flora.
Don O. Good Flora, stay a minute. I much fear
It is some new misfortune.
Diego. Nay, sir, you may be sure 'tis some disaster,
Else it would ne'er have come so easily,
And so unsought for.