Gera. The gentlewoman has something to say to me.
Gert. She has nothing. I do conjure you, as you love me, stay not.
[Exit Joyce.
Gera. The power of magic cannot fasten me; I am gone.
Gert. Good sir, look back no more, what voice e'er call you.
Imagine going from me, you were coming,
And use the same speed, as you love my safety.
[Exit Geraldine.
Wild-witted sister, I have prevented you:
I will not have my love yet open'd to him.
By how much longer 'tis, ere it be known,
By so much dearer 'twill be when 'tis purchas'd.
But I must use my strength to stop her journey,
For she will after him: and see, she comes.
Enter Joyce below.
Nay, sister, you are at farthest.
Joyce. Let me go, you were best;
For if you wrestle with me, I shall throw you.
Passion! come back, fool; lover, turn again,
And kiss your bellyful;
For here she is will stand you, do your worst.
Will you let me go?
Gert. Yes, if you'll stay.
Joyce. If I stir a foot, hang me; you shall come together yourselves, and be naught. Do what you will; for if e'er I trouble myself again, let me want help in such a case when I need.