MARINA.
Well, I will go;
But yet I have no desire to it.
DIONYZA.
Come, come, I know ’tis good for you.
Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least:
Remember what I have said.
LEONINE.
I warrant you, madam.
DIONYZA.
I’ll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while:
Pray, walk softly, do not heat your blood:
What! I must have a care of you.
MARINA.
My thanks, sweet madam.
[Exit Dionyza.]
Is this wind westerly that blows?
LEONINE.
South-west.
MARINA.
When I was born the wind was north.
LEONINE.
Was’t so?