ACT 5. SCEN. 2.
Enter, Mironault, Hyppasus, Pysander.
Hyp.
NAy, for certain, Sir,
We saw a body marching, which cannot possibly
B••long to t'other Army.
Pys.
Why, I did alwayes believe,
My dancing daies were not quite done.
Mir.
I know not what to ghesse, nor do I wish;
For in extreams, lesse cares give noblest thoughts,
Designes of wishing, are the cheating joyes
Of fearfull men, t'were foolishnesse beside;
A carelesse hope looks handsomely.
Hyp.
We shall so justifie our selves, but I believe,
'Tis not unreasonable, to think our innocence
Should merit some protection, the Princesse sure
Will not be last in justice.
Mir.
Urge it no more, nothing is worth her care,
'Tis some as bad as those, come to assist them.
Enter servant.
Serv.
There's one without, Sir, that would desire