But I will change hir name. 545
Faire Berecynthia, so this country calls you,
Goe ply these strangers, wench, they dig for gold.
Exit Sacrapant.
Delya. O heavens! how am I beholding to[1100] this faire yong man.
But I must ply these strangers to their worke.
See where they come. 550
Enter the two Brothers in their shirts, with spades, digging.
1. Brother. O Brother, see where Delya is!
2. Brother. O Delya, happy are we to see thee here.