_Bal._ Pew, thou jest'st. In good sadness, I'll have a looking-glass nail'd to the testern of the bed, that I may see when I sleep whether 'tis so or not; take heed you lie not: go to, take heed you lie not. 150 _Fla._ By my troth, you look as like the princess, now--Ay--but her lip is--lip is--a little----redder, a very little redder. _Ros._[126] But by the help of art or nature, ere I change my periwig, mine shall be as red. _Fla._[127] O ay, that face, that eye, that smile, that writhing of your body, that wanton dandling of your fan, becomes prethely, so sweethly, 'tis even the goodest lady that breathes, the most amiable----. Faith, the fringe of your satin petticoat is ript. Good faith, madam, they say you are the most bounteous lady to your women that ever----O most delicious beauty! Good madam, let me kith it. _Feli._ Rare sport, rare sport! A female fool, and a female flatterer. 164 _Ros._ Body o' me, the Duke! away[128] the glass! _Enter_ PIERO. _Pier._ Take up your paper, Rossaline. _Ros._ Not mine, my Lord. _Pier._ Not yours, my Lady? I'll see what 'tis. _Bal._ And how does my sweet mistress? O Lady dear, even as 'tis an old say, "'tis an old horse can neither wighy,[129] nor wag his tail:" even so do I hold my set face still: even so, 'tis a bad courtier that can neither discourse, nor blow his nose. 173 _Pier._--[_reads._] _Meet me at Abraham's, the Jew's, where I bought my Amazon's disguise. A ship lies in the port, ready bound for England; make haste, come private._ ANTONIO. _Enter_ CASTILIO _and_ FOROBOSCO. Forobosco, Alberto, Feliche, Castilio, Balurdo! run, keep the palace, post to the ports, go to my daughter's chamber! whither now? scud to the Jew's! stay, run to the gates, stop the gundolets,[130] let none pass the marsh! do all at once! Antonio! his head, his head! Keep you the court, the rest stand still, or run, or go, or shout, or search, or scud, or call, or hang, or do-do-do su-su-su something! I know not who-who-who what I do-do-do, nor who-who-who, where I am. 185 _O trista traditrice, rea ribalda fortuna, Negando mi vindetta mi causa fera morte._ [_Exeunt all but_ FELICHE. _Feli._ Ha ha ha! I could break my spleen at his impatience. _Enter_ ANTONIO _and_ MELLIDA. _Ant. Alma et graziosa fortuna siate favorevole, Et fortunati siano voti del_[_la_] _mia dolce Mellida, Mellida._ _Mel._ Alas, Antonio, I have lost thy note! A number mount my stairs; I'll straight return. [_Exit._