Mir. Yes, afore we go:
I must be known myself ere I be able
To make thee welcome. Wouldst thou see more women?
I thought you had been out of love with all.

Bel. I may be,
(I find that) with the least encouragement;
Yet I desire to see whether all countries
Are naturally possess’d with the same spirits,
For if they be, I’ll take a monastery,
And never travel; for I had rather be a friar,
And live mewed up, than be a fool, and flouted.

Mir. Well, well, I’ll meet you anon, then tell you more, boys;
However, stand prepared, prest for our journey;
For certain, we shall go, I think, when I have seen her,
And viewed her well.

Pinac. Go, go, and we’ll wait for ye;
Your fortune directs ours.

Bel. You shall find us i’ th’ tavern,
Lamenting in sack and sugar for our losses.
If she be right Italian, and want servants,
You may prefer the properest man: How I could
Worry a woman now!

Pinac. Come, come, leave prating:
You may have enough to do, without this boasting.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.—A Room in La Castre’s House.

Enter Lugier, De Gard, Rosalura, and Lillia Bianca.

Lug. This is the last adventure.

De Ga. And the happiest,
As we hope, too.

Ros. We should be glad to find it.

Lil. Who shall conduct us thither?

Lug. Your man is ready,
For I must not be seen; no, nor this gentleman;
That may beget suspicion; all the rest
Are people of no doubt. I would have ye, ladies,
Keep your old liberties, and do as we instruct ye.
Come, look not pale, ye shall not lose your wishes,
Nor beg ’em neither, but be yourselves and happy.

Ros. I tell you true, I cannot hold off longer,
Nor give no more hard language.

De Ga. You shall not need.

Ros. I love the gentleman, and must now show it:
Shall I beat a proper man out of heart?

Lug. There’s none advises you.

Lil. ’Faith, I repent me too.

Lug. Repent and spoil all;
Tell what you know, you had best!

Lil. I’ll tell what I think;
For if he ask me now, if I can love him,
I’ll tell him, yes, I can. The man’s a kind man,
And out of his true honesty affects me.
Although he play’d the fool, which I requited,
Must I still hold him at the stave’s end?

Lug. You are two strange women.

Ros. We may be, if we fool still.

Lug. Dare ye believe me?
Follow but this advice I have set you in now,
And if ye lose—Would ye yield now so basely?
Give up without your honours saved?