SCENE V.

_Enter_ Mirabel, Pinac, Belleur.

_Pin._ Is she so glorious handsom?

_Mir._ You would wonder: Our Women look like Gipsies, like Gills to her: Their Clothes and fashions beggerly, and Bankrupt: Base, old, and scurvy.

_Bel._ How looks her face?

_Mir._ Most heavenly: And the becoming-motion of her bodie So sets her off.

_Bel._ Why then we shall stay.

_Mir._ Pardon me: That's more than I know: if she be that woman, She appears to be.

_Bel._ As 'tis impossible.

_Mir._ I shall then tell ye more.

_Pin._ Did ye speak to her?

_Mir._ No, no, I only saw her: She was busie: Now I go for that end: and mark her, Gentlemen, If she appear not to ye one of the sweetest, The handsomest, the fairest in behaviour: We shall meet the two wenches there too, they come to visit her, To wonder, as we do.

_Pin._ Then we shall meet 'em.

_Bel._ I had rather meet two Bears.

_Mir._ There you may take your leaves, dispatch that business, And as ye find their humours.

_Pin._ Is your love there too?

_Mir._ No certain, she has no great heart to set out again. This is the house, I'le usher ye.

_Bel._ I'le bless me, And take a good heart if I can.

_Mir._ Come, nobly. [_Exeunt._