Scaena Tertia.
Enter Miranda, Lucinda, Collonna.
Mir.
How is it with the Lady?
Luc.
Sir, as well
As it can be with one, who feeling knowes now
What is the curse the divine justice lay'd
On the first sinful woman.
Mir.
Is she in travel?
Luc.
Yes sir; and yet the troubles of her mind
Afflict her more, than what her body suffers,
For in the extremity of her pain, me cryes out,
Why am I here? Where is my Lord Gomera,
Then sometimes names Miranda, and then sighes,
As if to speak, what questionless she loves well,
If heard, migth do her injury.
Col.
Heavens sweet mercy
Look gently on her,
Mir.
Prethee tell her, my Prayers
Are present with her, and good wench provide
That she want nothing: what's thy name?
Luc.
Lucinda.
Mir.
Lucinda? there's a prosperous omen in it,
Be a Lucina to her, and bring word
That she is safe delivered of her burthen,
And thy reward's thy liberty: come Collonna,
We will go see how th'Engineer has mounted
The Cannon the great Master sent, be careful
To view the works, and learn the discipline
That is us'd here: I am to leave the world
And for your service, which I have found faithful,
The charge that's mine, if I have any power
Hereafter may concern you.
Col.
I still find
A noble Master in you,
Mir.
'Tis but justice,
Thou do'st deserve it in thy care, and duty. Exeunt.