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Scæn. 5.

Enter Mirabel, Pinac, Bellure.
Pi.
Is she so glorious handsome?

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 lookes her face?

Mir.
Most heavenly:
And the becoming-motion of her Bodie
So setts her off.

Bel.
Why then we shall stay.

Mir.
Pardon me:
That's more then I know: if she be that Woman,
She appeares to be.

Bel.
As 'tis impossible.

Mir.
I shall then tell ye more.

Pi.
Did ye speake to her?

Mir.
No, no, I onely saw her: She was busie
Now I goe for that end: And mark her (Gentlemen)
If she appear, not to ye, one of the sweetest,
The handsomest: the fayrest, in behaviour,
We shall meet the two wenches there too, they come to visit her,
To wonder, as we doe.

Pi.
Then we shall meet'em.

Bel.
I had rather meet two Beares.

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

Pi.
Is your Love there too?

Mir.
No certain, she has no great heart to set out againe.
This is the house, Ile usher ye?

Bel.
Ile bless me,
And take a good heart if I can:

Mir.
Come, nobly

Exeunt.