Act III., Sc. 3]
TRAGEDY OF BRENNORALT
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But a coarse canvas in the naked truth,25
Or some slight stuff.
Mor. I have a great mind to taste him.
Sol. Fie! a prisoner?
Mor. By this hand, if I thought
He courted my coronel's mistress in earnest!
Re-enter Iphigene, a Waiting-woman coming after her
Wom. [to Iph.] My lord,30
My lord, my lady thinks the jessamine walks
Will be the finer: the freshness of th' morning
Takes off the strength o' th' heat, she says.
Iph. 'Tis well.[Exit
Mor. Mew! do it so?
I suspect vildly. We'll follow him, and see35
If he be so far qualified towards a soldier,
As to drink a crash in's chamber.
Enter Raguelin: he pulls the Waiting-woman back
Rag. What are these keys?
Wom. Hark you, I dare not do it.
Rag. How?
Wom. My lady will find
Rag. Scruples? Are my hopes40
Become your fears? There was no other way
I should be anything in this lewd world;
And now—'sfoot, I know she longs to see him too.
Wom. Does she?
Rag. Do you think he would desire it else?
Wom. Ay, but45
Rag. Why, let me secure it all.
I'll say I found the keys, or stole them. Come.
Wom. Well, if you ruin all now—here, these enter the
garden from the works; that, the privy walks; and that,
the back stairs. Then you know my chamber?50
Rag. Yes, I know your chamber.[Exeunt
Scene IV
Enter Brennoralt
Bren. He comes not.
One wise thought more, and I return. I cannot
In this act separate the foolish from