Cou. He lookes like one.
Ric. You will excuse me, gentlemen.—Make much of Sir Francis, Madam.
Ext. [Sir Richard and Engine.
Fra. Weele leave my Nephew and your sister, Madam, And take a turne i'th garden.
Sis. You may be confident.
[Exeunt Sir Francis, Lady, and Dorothy.
De.—I doe not like the fancie in his hat; That gules is warre and will be ominous.
Ext. [Device.
Sis. The gentleman's turnd statue! blesse me how
He staires upon me and takes roote, I thinke.
It mooves, and now to earth is fixt agen;
Oh, now it walkes and sadly marches this way.
Is't not a ghost? heele fright me. Oh, sweet sir,
Speake if you can and say who murderd you.
It points at me: my eyes? ungentle eyes
To kill so at first sight! Ile have my lookes
Arraigned for't and small Cupid shall be judg,
Who for your sake will make me blind as he is.
Co. Ladie—