Enter CASTILIANO at one door with MARIAN, EARL LACY at another door with HONOREA.
CAS. Come, lovely Honorea, bright as day.
As came Alcmena from her sacred bed
With Jupiter, shap'd like Amphitrion,
So show my love.
HON. My love! whom have we here? Sweet
Musgrave! but, alas, I am betrayed!
CAS. Thou art my love.
LACY. No, mine.
HON. Nor yours, nor yours;
But Musgrave's love. O Musgrave! where art thou?
LACY. Be not displeas'd, my dear; give me thy hand.
HON. My hand, false earl! nor hand nor heart of mine!
Couldst thou thus cunningly deceive my hopes?
And could my father give consent thereto?
Well, neither he nor thou shalt force my love.
CAS. 'Tis I, fair Honorea, am thy love:
Forsake the worthless earl, give me thy hand.
MAR. Whose hand would you have, sir? this hand is mine,
And mine is yours: then keep you to your own:
Yet are you mine, sir, and I mean to keep you.
What! do you think to shake me off so soon?
No, gentle husband, now 'tis too-too late;
You should have look'd, before you came to bed.