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NURSE.

You've guess'd it well, my Lord. Quoth she to me,

Could I but see your Lady's blessed face!
Quoth I to her, Thou canst not, by good reason:
My Lord is now return'd. Quoth she again.
Could I but see her picture, lack a day!

ROMIERO.

Have done: I see thy drift. Be not so eager

To tell me how it is. I'm satisfied.

ZORADA.

Come to my closet, Nurse; there is besides

What I must charge thee with.
[Exeunt Zorada and Nurse, the last speaking loudly as she retires.
Ay, ay, quoth she, poor soul! I have a longing
To see that picture. Foolish man, quoth I,
'Tis but a painted—(Her voice still heard as she retires.)

ROMIERO.

Foolish man, quoth I!—The cunning jade

Hath made a slip: it was a woman first.

(A pause, and he stands musing and muttering to himself before he speaks aloud, then in a low smothered voice) Ay, and such thoughts

Which in the breast had perish'd unreveal'd,

Are by these cunning beldames brought to utterance.