Ele. Will you? Would I
Stood gracious in their sight! Well, go:
Do what you will: Hortenzo, if this charm
Unbinds them, here 'tis: lady, you and I
Aloof will follow him, and when we meet,
Speak for me, for I'll kiss Philippo's feet.
Hor. I shall be proud to see all reconcil'd.
[Exit.
Ele. Alas, my lord! why, true; go, go.
Isa. Make haste, dear love.
Ele. Hortenzo is a man
Compos'd of sweet proportion; has a foot,
A leg, a hand, a face, an eye, a wit—
The best, Hortenzo, in the Spanish court.
O, he's the nonpareil.
Isa. Your tongue had wont
To be more sparing in Hortenzo's praise.
Ele. Ah! I may curse his praises, rather ban
Mine own nativity: why did this colour
Dart in my flesh so far! O, would my face
Were of Hortenzo's fashion; else would yours
Were as black as mine is.
Isa. Mine like yours? why?
Ele. Hark,
I love you; yes, faith, I said this—I love you.
I do—leave him.