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SCENE III.
Enter Bottolo.Bot.
Hey day, what doings there's within!
Signior Brancadoro has lost his Mistress;
By this time they are hunting on a cold scent,
Or else have quite given her over.
I wonder my Mistress had not the wit
To run away, and hide for good and all,
From her old Catterpillar.
Hark, there's a new noise within,
[Noise within.
And louder too then ever; I'm a villain
If I don't fancy I hear Taccola's shrieks
A note above them all; what shou'd this mean?
Enter Brancadoro.
Br.
O, Bottolo, didst thou see my Mistress? As I live and breathe
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Than I have done in seeking her;
I would give any thing in reason to any
That could but bring Tale or Tidings of her.
Bot.
That reasonable Reward would prove a Julio.
Bran.
Come, Bottolo, prethee come and help to look her.
[Exit Brancadoro.
Bot.
I had rather help to hide her from such
A covetous vapouring Coxcomb.
How now!
[Enter Moreno hastily.
Mor.
O Bottolo, Bottolo! run, run, Bottolo.
Bot.
Whither, Sir?
Mor.
Any whither; run, run, fetch a Physitian quickly.
O, my Daughter, my Daughter!
What, art thou here yet?
Bot.
Why, what ails my Mistress?
Mor.
Dying, dying; she fainted suddenly,
And lies without a sign of life.
Bot.
A pretty Wedding towards; poor Soul,
Who can blame her to be afraid to be clasp'd by an old Ivy,
Whose embraces never suffer any thing to prosper?
Mor.
Art thou not gone yet? Run quickly, Sirrah,
To Leonardo the Physitian; make all the haste thou canst.
Bot.
I knew there wou'd no good come of this Wedding,
First or last. I go, Sir, I go.
[Exit Bottolo.
Enter Castruccio.
Cast.
O mischief! No hearing of my Niece!
Mor.
My Daughter, my Daughter's going.
Cast.
And my Niece is quite gone:
Every corner has been search'd, but no finding her.
Oh, oh, what a sad day is this!
Mor.
Never a hopeful morning so o're-cast!
Cast.
O my Mistress! O my Neice! Undone, undone.
Mor.
Let's in and advise together;
I have sent Bottolo for a Physitian.
[Exeunt.
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