Buz. What shall I doe with it?
Hen. Lay it up safe; 'tis good for a greene wound But mines a blacke one:—and d'you heare, sirra, Draw up the bridge, give entrance unto none.
Buz. All my fellowes are abroad, sir; there's nobody at home but I.
Hen. No matter, let none enter; were my father Brought with a whirlwind backe, he finds all shutt Till I have done.
Buz. Well, sir;—madam, all this is that you should not b' afraid: you now see what a kind man he is,—he will suffer none to enter but himselfe. [Exit.
Ele. If all this proceed out of your care of me, how much am I bound to acknowledge you. Sir, methinkes you minde me not.
Hen. Yes, I doe nothing else but thinke of thee, & of my father, too, Don Pedro.
Ele. Ha! I hope he's well.
Hen. I wish he were returned, my Eleonora, for both our sakes.
Ele. The same wish I, sir.