_Rob._ Sit, ladies, sit; you have had standing long. [MASSINO[202] _dances a Levalto or a Galliard, and in the midst of it falleth into the Bride's lap, but straight leaps up and danceth it out._ _Men._ Bless the man! sprightly and nobly done! _Tha._ What, is your ladyship hurt? _Isa._ O no, an easy fall. 160 [_Aside._] Was I not deep enough, thou god of lust, But I must further wade! I am his now, As sure as Juno's Jove's! Hymen, take flight, And see not me, 'tis not my wedding night. [_Exit_ ISABELLA. _Car._ The bride's departed, discontent it[203] seems. _Rob._ We'll after her. Gallants, unmasque I pray, And taste a homely banquet, we entreat. [_Exeunt_ ROBERTO, Cardinal, _and lights_. _Clar._ Candied[204] eringoes, I beseech thee. _Men._ Come, widow, I'll be bold to put you in. My lord, will you have a sociate? 170 [_Exeunt_ THAIS, Lady LENTULUS, ABIGAIL, _and_ MENDOZA. _Mass._[205] Good gentlemen, if I have any interest in you, Let me depart unknown; 'tis a disgrace Of an eternal memory. _Rog._[206] What, the fall, my lord?--as common a thing as can be. The stiffest man in Italy may fall between a woman's legs. _Clar._ Would I had changed places with you, my lord--would it had been my hap! _Mass._ What cuckold laid his horns in my way? Signior Claridiana, you were by the lady when I fell: Do you think I hurt her? 181 _Clar._ You could not hurt her, my lord, between the legs. _Mass._ What was 't I fell withal? _Rog._ A cross-point, my lord. _Mass._ Cross-point, indeed. Well, if you love me, let me hence unknown; The silence yours, the disgrace mine own. [_Exeunt_ CLARIDIANA _and_ ROGERO.[207] _Enter_ ISABELLA _with a gilt goblet, and meets_ MASSINO.[208] _Isa._ Sir, if wine were nectar, I'd[209] begin a health To her that were most gracious in your eye: 190 Yet deign, as simply 'tis the gift of Bacchus, To give her pledge that drinks. This god of wine Cannot inflame me more to appetite, Though he be co-supreme[210] with mighty Love, Than thy fair shape. _Mass._ Zounds! she comes to deride me. _Isa._ That kiss shall serve To be a pledge, although my lips should starve.-- [_Aside._] No trick to get that vizor from his face? _Mass._ I will steal hence, and so conceal disgrace. _Isa._ Sir, have you left naught behind? 200