[Exit Anthony.
Enter Frisco.
Fris. O master, hang yourself! nay, never stay for a sessions. Master Vandal, confess yourself! desire the people to pray for you, for your bride she is gone: Laurentia is run away.
Van. O de diabolo, de mal-fortune! is Maitresse Laurentia gan awech.
Pis. First tell me that I am a lifeless corse!
Tell me of doomsday, tell me what you will,
Before you say Laurentia is gone!
Mar. Master Vandal, how do you feel yourself?
What, hang the head? fie, man! for shame, I say:
Look not so heavy on your marriage-day.
Har. O, blame him not: his grief is quickly spied,
That is a bridegroom, and yet wants his bride.
Enter Heigham, Laurentia, Balsaro, and Anthony.
Bal. Master Pisaro and gentlemen, good day to all.
According, sir, as you requested me,
This morn I made repair unto the Tower,
Whereas Laurentia now was married:
And, sir, I did expect your coming thither;
Yet in your absence we perform'd the rites.
Therefore, I pray, sir, bid God give them joy.