NAN. Forsooth, I cannot tell.
CAS. Can you not tell? come on, I'll make you tell me.
NAN. O master! I will tell you.
CAS. Then say on.
NAN. Nothing, in truth, forsooth, but that she means
To have a gentleman come drink with her.
CAS. What gentleman?
NAN. Forsooth, 'tis Master Forrest, as I think.
CAS. Forrest? nay then I know how the game goeth:
Whoever loseth, I am sure to win
By their great kindness, though't be but the horns.
Enter FORREST at one door, MARIAN at another.
But here comes he and she. Come hither, maid:
Upon thy life, give not a word, a look,
That she may know aught of my being here.
Stand still, and do whate'er she bids thee do.
Go, get thee gone; but if thou dost betray me,
I'll cut thy throat: look to it, for I will do it.
I'll stand here close to see the end of this,
And see what rakes she keeps, when I'm abroad.
[CASTILIANO conceals himself.]