SCENE I.A Street before the House of Pinac.
Enter Lugier, Lillia, and Servant, with a willow garland.
Lug. Faint not, but do as I direct ye; trust me.
Believe me too, for what I have told you, lady,
As true as
you are Lillia, is authentic;
I know it, I have found it: Tis a poor courage
Flies off for one repulse. These
Shall find, before we have done, a home-spun wit,
A plain French understanding, may cope
They have had the better yet, thank your sweet squire here!
And let em brag. You would be
Lil. Yes, surely.
Lug. And married too?
Lil. I think so.
Lug. Then be counselld;
You know how to proceed. I have other irons
Heating as well as yours, and I
Three blows with one stone home. Be ruled, and happy;
And so I leave you. Nows the time.
Lil. I am ready,
If he do come to do me.
Serv. Will you stand here,
And let the people think you are God knows what, mistress?
Let boys and
prentices presume upon you?
Lil. Prythee hold thy peace.
Serv. Stand at his door that hates you?
Lil. Prythee leave prating.
Serv. Pray you go to th tavern: Ill give you a pint of wine there.
If any of the mad-cap gentlemen should
That take up women upon special warrant,
You were in a wise case now.
Lil. Give me the garland;
And wait you here.
Enter Mirabel, Pinac, Mariana, Priest, and Attendants.
Mir. She is here to seek thee, sirrah: I told thee what would follow; she is mad for thee!
Show, and advance.
So early stirring, lady?
It shows a busy mind, a fancy troubled.
A willow garland too? Ist possible?
pity so much beauty should lie musty;
But tis not to be helpd now.
Lil. The mores my misery.
Good fortune to you, lady, you deserve it;
To me, too-late repentance, I have
I do not envy, though I grieve a little,
You are mistress of that happiness, those joys,
have been, had I been wise.But fortune
Pinac. She understands you not; pray you do not trouble her!
And do not cross me like a hare thus; tis as
Lil. I come not to upbraid your levity,
(Though you made show of love, and though I liked you)
an interest (we are yet both strangers;
But what we might have been, had you perséevered, sir!)
To be an
eye-sore to your loving lady:
This garland shows, I give myself forsaken,
(Yet, she must pardon me, tis
And all the power and interest I had in you
(As I persuade myself, somewhat you loved
Thus patiently I render up, I offer
To her that must enjoy you, and so bless you!
Only, I heartily desire