Scena Prima.
ERGATSO, MIRTILLO.
Erg.
O What a walk have I had! At the Race,
The Mead, Hill, River, Fountain, wrastling Place
I've been to seek thee: Heav'n be prais'd, at last
I've found thee here.
Mir.
What news requires such haste?
Bringst thou me life or death?
Erg.
The last's a thing,
Which if I had for thee, I would not bring:
The former, though I have not for thee yet,
I hope to bring. But why art thou ore-set
With thy own sighs? If thou wouldst overcome
Another, overcome thy self at home:
Breathe, and revy't again—. But to proceed
To that which made me seek thee with such speed;
The matter's this: Knowst thou (who doth not know?)
Ormino's Sister? rather tall then low
She is of stature, cherry-cheekt, her hair
Inclin'd to red, and of a sprightly ayr.