ith running;
ile try how you can eate a sword.

_De_. Ha you an ambush, Lady? Ile cry out murder.
Is two to one faire play?

_Cou_. Let me cut one legg of, to marre his running.

_De_. Hold, let me speake.

_Cou_. What canst thou say for thy baseness?

_De_. Some men loves wit, and can without dishonour
Endure a jeast. Why, do you thinke I know not
You were here, and but obscur'd to see my humour.
I came to waite upon you with your sword, I.

_Cou_. How came you by'te? confesse before this Lady.

_De_. Dost thinke her witts so limber to believe
I could compell it from thee. Twas a trick,
A meere conceipt of mirth; thou sha't ha mine.
Dost thinke I stand upon a sword? Ile gi' thee
A case of Pistolls when we come to _London_;
And shoot me when I love thee not. Pox ont,
Thou apprehende'st me well enough.

_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 su