Men.  I am gone Sir. [Exeunt.

SCENA II.

Enter Celia, and Governess.

Cel.  Governess, from whom was this Gown sent me?  Prethee be serious true; I will not wear’t else:  ’Tis a handsom one.

Gov.  As though you know not?

Cel.  No faith: 
But I believe, for certain too, yet I wonder,
Because it was his caution, this poor way,
Still to preserve me from the curious searchings
Of greedy eyes.

Gov.  You have it:  does it please you?

Cel.  ’Tis very rich, methinks too, prethee tell me?

Gov.  From one that likes you well, never look coy, Lady; These are no gifts, to be put off with powtings.

Cel.  Powtings, and gifts? is it from any stranger?

Gov.  You are so curious, that there is no talk to ye.  What if it be I pray ye?

Cel.  Unpin good Governess, Quick, quick.

Gov.  Why, what’s the matter?

Cel.  Quick, good Governess: 
Fie on’t, how beastly it becomes me! poorly! 
A trick put in upon me? well said Governess: 
I vow I would not wear it—­out, it smells musty. 
Are these your tricks? now I begin to smell it,
Abominable musty; will you help me? 
The Prince will come again—­

Gov.  You are not mad sure?

Cel.  As I live I’le cut it off:  a pox upon it; For sure it was made for that use; do you bring me Liveries?  Stales to catch Kites? dost thou laugh too, thou base woman?

Gov.  I cannot chuse, if I should be hang’d.

Cel.  Abuse me, And then laugh at me too?

Gov.  I do not abuse ye:  Is it abuse, to give him drink that’s thirsty?  You want cloaths; is it such a hainous sin I beseech ye, To see you stor’d?

Cel.  There is no greater wickedness Than this way.

Gov.  What way?

Cel.  I shall curse thee fearfully, If thou provok’st me further:  and take heed, woman; My curses never miss.

Gov.  Curse him that sent it.

Cel.  Tell but his name—­

Gov.  You dare not curse him.

Cel.  Dare not?  By this fair light—­

Gov.  You are so full of passion—­

Cel.  Dare not be good? be honest? dare not curse him?

Gov.  I think you dare not:  I believe so.

Cel.  Speak him.

Gov.  Up with your valour then, up with it bravely, And take your full charge.

Cel.  If I do not, hang me; Tell but his name.

Gov.  ’Twas Prince Demetrius sent it:  Now, now, give fire, kill him i’th’ eye now Lady.

Cel.  Is he come home?

Gov.  It seems so; but your curse now.

Cel.  You do not lie, I hope.