Heere enters Venelia and breakes the glasse, and blowes out the light, and goeth in againe.
Jack. So, maister, how like you this? This is she that ranne madding in the woods, his betrothed love that keepes the crosse; and 795 nowe, this light being out, all are restored to their former libertie. And now, maister, to the Lady that you have so long looked for.
He draweth a curten, and there Delia sitteth a sleepe.
Eum. God speed, faire maide sitting alone: there is once.
God speed, faire maide; there is twise: 800
God speed, faire maide, that is thrise.
Delia. Not so, good sir, for you are by.
Jack. Enough, maister, she hath spoke; now I will leave her with you.
Eum. Thou fairest flower of these westerne parts, 805
Whose beautie so reflecteth in my sight,