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Enter Bellamira.46
Bellamira: / Since this town was besieged, my gain grows cold: / The time has been, that but for one bare night, / A hundred ducats have been freely given: / But now against my will I must be chaste; / And yet I know my beauty doth not fail. / From Venice merchants, and from Padua / Were wont to come rare-witted gentlemen, / Scholars I mean, learned and liberal; / And now, save Pilia-Borza, comes there none, / And he is very seldom from my house; / And here he comes.