_Fac._ 'Tis all her business, Sir. Ye may now see her, But to morrow will be fitter for your visitation; For she is not yet prepared. _Mir._ Only her sight, Sir; And when you shall think fit for further visit. _Fac._ Sir, ye may see her; and I'le wait your coming. _Mir._ And I'le be with ye instantly. I know the house, Mean time, my love, and thanks, Sir. _Fac._ Your poor Servant. [_Exit._ _Pin._ Thou hast the strangest Luck: what was that [Alberto]? _Mir._ An honest noble Merchant, 'twas my chance To rescue from some rogues had almost slain him; And he in kindness to remember this. _Bel._ Now we shall have you, For all your protestations, and your forwardness, Find out strange fortunes in this Ladies eyes, And new enticements to put off your journey; And who shall have honour then? _Mir._ No, no, never fear it: I must needs see her, to receive my Legacy. _Bel._ If it be ty'd up in her smock, heaven help thee: May not we see too? _Mir._ Yes, afore we go: I must be known my self e're I be able To make thee welcom: 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'le take a Monastery, And never travel; for I had rather be a Frier, And live mew'd up, than be a fool, and flouted. _Mir._ Well, well, I'le meet ye anon; then tell you more, boys; How e'er stand prepar'd, prest for our journey; For certain, we shall go, I think, when I have seen her, And view'd her well. _Pin._ 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! _Pin._ Come, come, leave prating; Ye may have enough to do, without this boasting. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _Enter_ Lugier, de-Gard, Rosalu, _and_ Lilia. _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 as we instruct ye: Come, look not pale; you shall not lose your wishes; Nor beg 'em neither: but be your selves, and happy. _Ros._ I tell ye true, I cannot hold off longer, Nor give no more hard language. _de-Ga._ You shall not need.