That we are plighted lovers, she and I—
She gave her heart to me but yesternight;
Why should she hide herself from me to-day?
Mous. Perhaps excess of joy hath driven her mad!
Flor. I’ll not believe thy tale. The maid is here,
And can and shall be found!
Mous.Well, go and search.
And if thou findest her, why, I’m a liar—
Reward me as thou wilt!
Flor.A fit reward