Constance.

I fear I half deserve your fear.

Man. The time Can be but short, but it shall make amends.

[They talk together.

Bl. (coming forward with Fer.). Fair lady Margaret, Count Ferdinand of Vergas; I present him At his desire.

Fer. Your ladyship’s true servant.

Mar. I am much honoured.

Fer. Lady, ’tis worth the pains To cross from Spain to see you.

Mar. From that I guess That you are a better sailor than the duke.

Fer. Nay, you judge wrong.

Mar. Have you then ate no dinner?

Fer. Now if I had not, I’d blame your stormy town Before the sea for that: since we left ship We are cabined in this house; to pass the door Were to leap overboard in a whole gale.

Mar. I fear this is no country for you, sir, If noises in the street keep you indoors.