SCENE III.
Enter La-Castre, Natolet, Lugien, Rosa Lieura, Lylia-Biancha.
La-Cas.
You and your beauteous daughters are most welcome,
Beshrew my blood they are fair ones; welcom Beauties,
Welcome, sweet Birds.
Nat.
They are bound much to your courtesies.
La-Cas.
I hope we shall be nearer acquainted.
Nat.
That's my hope too.
For certain, Sir, I much desire your Alliance:
You see 'em, they are no Gypsies, for their breeding,
It has not been so coarse, but they are able
To rank themselves with women of fair fashion;
Indeed they have been trained well.
Lug.
Thank me.
Nat.
Fit for the Heirs of that State I shall leave 'em;
To say more, is to sell 'em. They say your Son
Now he has travell'd must be wondrous curious,
And choice in what he takes: these are no coarse ones;
Sir, here's a merry wench, let him look to himself,
(All heart, i'faith) may chance to startle him;
For all his care, and travell'd caution,
May creep into his Eye; if he love Gravity,
Affect a solemn face, there's one will fit him.
La-C.
So young, and so demure?
Nat.
She is my Daughter,