_Mor._ Good, no confusion. We are before a Lady that knows manners; And by the next meat I shall eat, 'tis certain, This little Gentlewoman that was taken with us. _Cla._ Your Captains Sister, she you mean. _Mor._ I, I, she's the business that we would open to ye. You are cousened in her. _Lam._ { How, what is't you would open? _Fran._ { She is no Sister. _Mor._ Good Sirs how quick you are. She is no Sister, Madam. _Fran._ She is his. _Mor._ Peace I say. _Cla._ What is she? _Mor._ Faith, sweet Lady, She is, as a man would say, his. _Cla._ What? _Lam._ His Mistriss. _Mor._ Or, as some new Translators read, his. _Cla._ Oh me! _Mor._ And why he should delude you thus, Unless he meant some villany? these ten weeks He has had her at Sea, for his own proper appetite. _Lam._ His Cabin-mate I'll assure ye. _Cla._ No Sister, say ye? _Mor._ No more than I am brother to your beauty. I know not why he should juggle thus. _Cla._ Do not lie to me. _Mor._ If ye find me lie, Lady, hang me empty. _Cla._ How am I fool'd! Away with 'em _Juletta_, and feed 'em But hark ye, with such food as they have given me. New misery! _Fran._ Nor meat nor thanks for all this. [_Exit._ _Cla._ Make 'em more wretched. Oh I could burst! curse and kill now, Kill any thing I meet, _Juletta_, follow me, And call the rest along. _Jul._ We follow, Madam. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Albert _and_ Aminta. _Amint._ I must be gone now, else she may suspect me; How shall I answer her? _Alb._ Tell her directly. _Amint._ That were too suddain, too improvident; Fires of this nature must be put out cunningly, They'll waste all come near 'em else. Farewel once more. _Alb._ Farewel, And keep my love entire. Nay, kiss me once again, me thinks we should not part. _Amint._ Oh be wise, Sir. _Alb._ Nay, one kiss more. _Amin._ Indeed you're wanton; We may be taken too. _Enter_ Clarinda, Juletta, Crocale, Hippolita. _Cla._ Out thou base woman. [By Heaven] I'll shoot 'em both. _Cro._ Nay stay, brave Lady, hold; A suddain death cuts off a Nobler vengeance. _Cla._ Am I made Bawd to your lascivious meetings? Are ye grown so wise in sin? Shut up that villa[ine]: and sirrah, Now expect my utmost anger. Let him there starve. _Alb._ I mock at your mischiefs. [_Exit._ _Cla._ Tie that false witch unto that Tree, There let that savage beasts Gnaw off her sweetness, and Snakes Embrace her beauties; tie her, and watch That none relieve her. _Hip._ We could wish ye better fortune, Lady, But dare not help ye.