Actus Secundus, Scena Secunda.
Enter Aga, Capiaga, Ianiz••••es.
Aga.
She was euer our good Mistres, and our maker,
And should we checke at a little hazard for her,
Wee were vnthankefull.
Capiaga.
I dare pawne my head,
Tis some disguised Minion of the Court,
Sent from great Amurath, to learne from her
The Viceroys actions.
Aga.
That concernes not vs:
His fall may be our rise, what ere he bee
He passes through my guardes.
Cap.
And mine, prouided
Hee giue the word.
Enter Vitelli.
Vitel.
To ••aynt now being thus far,
Would argue mee of Cowardice.
Aga.
Stand: the word.
Or being a Christian to presse thus far,
Forfeits thy life.
Vitelli.
Donusa.
Aga.
Pas••e in peace.
Exe••nt Aga, and 〈◊〉〈◊〉
Vi••
What a priuiledge her name beares.
Tis wonderous strange!