Lass. Leave me, I say; I can endure no more.
Lu. Ah, have I loos'd thee then to flie from mee?
Lass. Away! [Exit.
Lu. Ile follow thee,
Flo. Tarrie, Lucilia.
Lu. Deare father, pardon mee. [Exit.
Flo. Sirrah, attend her. Poore wretch, I feare this too much love in thee Is fatall to thee. Up, Sirrah, follow your mistresse.
Han. I, sir, I go; my mistresse dogs the banket and I dog her.
[Exeunt.
Finis Actus Tertii.