SCENE V.
Reading edition
Enter Mirabel, Pinac, Belleur.
Pin. Is she so glorious handsom? 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 looks her face? Mir. Most heavenly: And the becoming-motion of her bodie So sets her off. Bel. Why then we shall stay. Mir. Pardon me: That's more than I know: if she be that woman, She appears to be. Bel. As 'tis impossible. Mir. I shall then tell ye more. Pin. Did ye speak to her? Mir. No, no, I only saw her: She was busie: Now I go for that end: and mark her, Gentlemen, If she appear not to ye one of the sweetest, The handsomest, the fairest in behaviour: We shall meet the two wenches there too, they come to visit her, To wonder, as we do. Pin. Then we shall meet 'em. Bel. I had rather meet two Bears. Mir. There you may take your leaves, dispatch that business, And as ye find their humours. Pin. Is your love there too? Mir. No certain, she has no great heart to set out again. This is the house, I'le usher ye. Bel. I'le bless me, And take a good heart if I can. Mir. Come, nobly. [Exeunt.