Thou art not angry with me?
Pyg.Yes, I am;
I’m more than angry with thee—not content
With publishing thine unmasked love for me,
Thou hast estranged Leucippe from his love
Through thine unwarrantable foolishness.
Enter Mimos.
Mim. Sir, Chrysos and his lady are without.
Pyg. I can not see them now. Stay—show them in.
[Exit Mimos.