_ Truly, she flies about the room as if she had wings instead of
legs; I believe she's just turning into a bird:--A house bird I
warrant her:--And so hasty to fly to you, that, rather than fail of
entrance, she would come tumbling down the chimney, like a swallow.
_Enter_ MORAYMA.
_Ant._ [_Running to her, and embracing her._] Look, if she be not here
already!--What, no denial it seems will serve your turn? Why, thou
little dun, is thy debt so pressing?
_Mor._ Little devil, if you please: Your lease is out, good master
conjurer, and I am come to fetch your soul and body; not an hour of
lewdness longer in this world for you.
_Ant._ Where the devil hast thou been? and how the devil didst thou
find me here?
_Mor._ I followed you into the castle-yard, but there was nothing but
tumult and confusion: and I was bodily afraid of being picked up by
some of the rabble; considering I had a double charge about me,--my
jewels, and my maidenhead.
_Ant._ Both of them intended for my worship's sole use and property.
_Mor._ And what was poor little I among them all?
_Ant._ Not a mouthful a-piece: 'Twas too much odds, in conscience!
_Mor._ So, seeking for shelter, I naturally ran to the old place of
assignation, the garden-house; where, for the want of instinct, you
did not follow me.
_Ant._ Well, for thy comfort, I have secured thy father; and I hope
thou hast secured his effects for us.
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