_3_.
Thou wouldst be _Philip_ if thou sawst it in a glass; it looks so
like a Visour.
[_Exeunt _2_., _3_., and Woman_.
_1 Cit_.
You'l be hang'd sirra: Come _Philip_ walk before us homewards;
did not his Majesty say he had brought us home Pease for all our
money?
_2 Cit_.
Yes marry did he.
_1 Cit_.
They're the first I heard of this year by my troth, I longed for
some of 'em: did he not say we should have some?
_2 Cit_.
Yes, and so we shall anon I warrant you have every one a peck
brought home to our houses.
_Actus Tertius_.
_Enter_ Arbaces _and_ Gobrias.
_Arb_.
My Sister take it ill?
_Gob_.
Not very ill.
Something unkindly she does take it Sir to have
Her Husband chosen to her hands.
_Arb_.
Why _Gobrias_ let her, I must have her know, my will and not her
own must govern her: what will she marry with some slave at home?
_Gob_.
O she is far from any stubbornness, you much mistake her, and no
doubt will like where you would have her, but when you behold
her, you will be loth to part with such a jewel.
_Arb_.
To part with her? why _Gobrias_, art thou mad? she is my Sister.
_Gob_.
Sir, I know she is: but it were pity to make poor our Land, with
such a beauty to enrich another.
_Arb_.
Pish will she have him?
_Gob_.