Bel. Therefore I chose it.
Leo. Thou shalt see my lady
Play her part naturally—more to the life
Than she's aware on.
Bel. Then must I be pleased.
Thou'rt one of the actors: thou'lt be miss'd anon.
Leo. Alas! a woman's action's always ready;
Yet I'll down, now I think on't.
Bel. Do: 'tis time, i' faith. [Leonella descends.
Ans. I know not yet, where I should plant belief:
I am so strangely toss'd between two tales.
I'm told by my wife's woman the deed's done,
And in Votarius' tongue 'tis yet to come.
The castle is but upon yielding yet,
'Tis not deliver'd up. Well, we shall find
The mystery shortly; I will entertain
The patience of a prisoner i' th' meantime. [Locks himself in.
Enter Anselmus' Lady, with Leonella.
Wife. Is all set ready, wench?
Wife. Tell not me so; she lives not for a lady,
That has less peace than I.