Doro. Danger and fear withdraw me from delight.
Na. Tis vertue to contemne fals Fortunes spight.
Do. What shuld I do to please thee friendly squire?
Na. A smile a day, is all I will require:
And if you pay me well the smiles you owe me, 1780
Ile kill this cursed care, or else beshrowe me.
Doug. We are descried, oh Mano we are dead.
Enter Iaques his sword drawne.
Nano. Tut yet you walk, you are not dead indeed,
Drawe me your sword, if he your way withstand.
Do. And I will seeke for rescue out of hand,
Run Nano runne, preuent thy Princes death.
Na. Feare not, ile run all danger out of breath.
Iaq. Ah you calletta, you strumpet, ta Matressa Doretie este, vous
surprius come say your pater noster, car vous est mort par ma foy1790