Ralph. Yes, let me alone with him for a bloody nose.
Orl. Come, then, and I will give you weapons straight. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.—An Open Place in the Woods.
Enter Angelica, like a poor woman.
Ang. Thus causeless banish'd from thy native home,
Here sit, Angelica, and rest a while,
For to bewail the fortunes of thy love.
Enter Rodomont and Brandimart, with Soldiers.
Rod. This way she went, and far she cannot be.
Brand. See where she is, my lord: speak as if you knew her not.
Rod. Fair shepherdess, for so thy sitting seems,
Or nymph, for less thy beauty cannot be,
What, feed you sheep upon these downs?
Ang. Daughter I am unto a bordering swain,
That tend my flocks within these shady groves.
Rod. Fond girl, thou liest; thou art Angelica.
Brand. Ay, thou art she that wrong'd the Palatine.
Ang. For I am known, albeit I am disguis'd,
Yet dare I turn the lie into thy throat,
Sith thou report'st I wrong'd the Palatine.
Brand. Nay, then, thou shalt be used according to thy deserts.—Come, bring her to our tents.