Why should he send to me, or with what safety
(Examining the ruine he had wrought me)
Though at that time, my pious pity found him,
And my word fixt; I am troubled, strongly troubled.
_Enter a_ Servant.
_Ser._ The Gentlemen are come.
_Guio._ Then bid 'em welcome--I must retire. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Rutilio, _and_ Duarte.
_Ser._ You are welcom Gentlemen.
_Rut._ I thank you friend, I would speak with your Lady.
_Ser._ I'le let her understand.
_Rut._ It shall befit you.
How do I look Sir, in this handsome trim? [_Exit_ Servant.
Me thinks I am wondrous brave.
_Duar._ You are very decent.
_Rut._ These by themselves, without more helps of nature,
Would set a woman hard; I know 'em all,
And where their first aims light; I'le lay my head on't,
I'le take her eye, as soon as she looks on me,
And if I come to speak once, woe be to her,
I have her in a nooze, she cannot scape me;
I have their several lasts.
_Dua._ You are throughly studied,
But tell me Sir, being unacquainted with her,
As you confess you are--
_Rut._ That's not an hours work,
I'le make a Nun forget her beads in two hours.
_Dua._ She being set in years, next none of those lusters
Appearing in her eye, that warm the fancy;
Nor nothing in her face, but handsom ruines.
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