Scena tertia.
AMARILLIS, CORISCA, MIRTILLO.
Am.
I' Faith, Aglaura, art thou caught at last?
Thou'dst fain be gone, but I will hold thee fast.
Cor.
Surely, unlesse at unawares by main
Strength I had thrust him on her, I in vain
Had tyr'd my self to make him thither go.
Am.
Thou wilt not speak now: Art thou she or no?
Cor.
I lay his Dart here by him, and unto
My bush return, t'observe what will ensue.
Am.
Thou art Corisca, now it is most cleer;
I know thee by thy tallnesse and short hair.
'Twas thee I wish'd to catch; that I might use thee
Just as I list, and thus, and thus abuse thee;
And thus, and thus. Not yet? But since 'twas thou
That boundst me, do thou too unbinde me now: