Scæna Septima.
Enter Vitelli, With the bak't-meates, Aboue.
Vitelli.
There's something more in this then meanes to cloy
A hungry appetite, which I must discouer.
Shee, will'd me search the midst. Thus, thus I pierce it:
Ha! what is this? a scrole bound vp in packthread?
What may the misterie be?
The Scrole.
Sonne, let downe this packethread, at the West window
of the Castle. By it you shall draw vp a Ladder of
ropes, by which you may descend, your deerest Donusa
with the rest of your friends, below attend you. Heauen
prosper you.
Francisco.
O best of men! he that giues vp himselfe
To a true religious friend, leanes not vpon
A false deceiuing reede, but boldly builds
Vpon a rocke, which now with ioy I finde
In reuerend Francisco. Whose good vowes,
Labors, and watchings in my hopd-for freedome
Appeare a pious miracle. I come,
I come, good man, with confidence, though the descent
Were steepe as hell, I know I cannot slide
Beeing cal'd downe, by such a faithfull guide.
Exit Vitelli.
