SCENE V.
Flo. Now, fair ladies, what wind has blown you hither?
Fri. The storm of our insufferable wrongs
Call unto you for justice.
Car. And your beauties
Enjoin our just assistance. Show your griefs.
1st Boy. This is a caranto-man, with all my heart! must
Beauty be his landskip on the seat of justice?
[Aside.
2d Boy.2d Boy. Pray thee, give them line.
[Aside.
Fri. Should I discover my misfortunes, consuls,
They would enforce compassion, even in strangers,
Who know not my extraction. My descent,
Besides the fortunes I deriv'd from them
Who gave me being, breeding, with whate'er
Might complete youth, or give embellishment
To Nature's curious workmanship, was known
To shine more graceful in the eye of fame
Than to remain obscure: yet see my fate—
My sad occurring fate!
Flo. Express it, madam.