Cou.  But I am not Satisfied:  do you affect this gentlewoman?

De.  Hum.

Cou.  You will resolve, sir?

De.  As may become a stranger; ile not loose Thy friendship for all woman kind.

Cou.  He dares not owne you.

Sis.  I easilie forgive him; I should hate My selfe, if I depended on his pitty.

Cou.  Th’art a noble wench.  Shall we leave of These jigs and speake our harts in earnest?  By These twin lips I love thee extreamely.

Sis.  Sweare by your owne.

Cou.  They shall bee mine.  Mounsier, For your penance you shall along and witnes.

Sis.  What, I pray?

Cou.  The Priest shall tell you; come, we have both dissembled, We do love one another.

Sis.  Tis not possible.

Cou.  Unless you will denie me i’the church. 
I ha vou’d to lie with you to night:  Device,
Amble before and find the parson out;
We will bee friends and thou shalt be her father.

De.  I must maintaine my humour or be beaten. [Ex.

Cou.  Come, weele have no more acquainted.

Sis.  Very pretty.  —­I may deceave you yet for all your confidence.

Cou.  If the skie fall weele have the larkes to supper.

[Exeunt.

[SCENE 2.]

Enter Ladie, Sir Francis, Dorothy.

La.  It was strange neglect, sir.

Fra.  I confesse it, And not deserve to live for’t; yet if you But knew my sufferings—­

La.  Let her be Judge.

Fra.  By no meanes, Madam.

La.  You may trust her knowledge.

Fra.  This is worse then a whipping now; these Ladies
Have no mercy on a delinquent.  I must stand toot. 
There is no tyrant to a chamberwoman
Made judg in such a cause; Ide give a Limbe
To be quit now, but, if she choose, I am
A Criple for this world.

Do.  Ist possible a man and such a beast?

Fra.  So, I must to the shameles.

La.  What punishment can be equall to the offence?

Do.  He lookes with some compunction for his fault.  Troth, Madam, choose an other night and trye Whether he will sleepe agen.

Fra.  Mercifull wench!  If we peece agen it shall be a good turne in thy way.

La.  My husband is this day resolv’d for London; It is his humour, or els, worse, suspition.  Ther’s no pretence for him to stay behind.

Do.  You have made ill use of your time, Sir Francis; I know not how to helpe you.  Seaven yeare hence You may have such an other oportunitie.

La.  Watch if my husband come not this way, Dorothy.  —­Well, sir, though your transgresse deserve no pardon, Yet I am charitable upon Condition—­