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Scæna Tertia.

Enter Miranda, Lucinda, Collonna.
Mir.
How is it with the Lady?

Luc.
Sir, as well
As it can be with one, who feeling knowes now
What is the curse the divine justice lay'd
On the first sinfull woman.

Mir.
Is she in travell?

Luc.
Yes sir; and yet the troubles of her mind
Afflict her more, then what her body suffers,
For in the extremity of her paine, she cries out,
Why am I here? Where is my Lord Gomera,
Then sometimes names Miranda, and then sighes,
As if to speake, what questionlesse she loves well,
If heard, might doe her injury.

Col.
Heavens sweet mercy
Looke gently on her,

Mir.
Prethee tell her, my Prayers
Are present with her, and good wench provide
That she want nothing: what's thy name?

Luc.
Lucinda.

Mir.
Lucinda? there's a prosperous omen in it,
Be a Lucina to her, and bring word
That she is safe delivered of her burthen,
And thy rewards thy liberty: come Collonna,
We will goe see how th'Engineer has mounted
The Canon the great Master sent, be carefull.
To view the workes, and learn the discipline
That is us'd here: I am to leave the world
And for your service, which I have found faithfull.
The charge that's mine, if I have any power
Hereafter may concerne you.

Col.
I still finde
A noble Master in you,

Mir.
'Tis but justice,
Thou do'st deserve it in thy care, and duty.

Exeunt.