There a goes, mistresse.
Mi. Gour. O sir, have I spide you?
Fr. A plague on the boy! twas he that descried[1826] me.
Exeunt.
[Scene Tenth. A Grove in the Fields between the Cunny Greene and the Forest.]
[Enter Philip.]
Phi. How like a beauteous lady, maskt in blacke
Lookes that same large circumference of heaven!
The skie, that was so faire three houres agoe,
Is in three houres become an Ethiope;