Scene 32.
My child, we can no longer conceal you, for we are accu∣sed of murthering you, and are summoned to appear before a Judge and Jury.
For Heaven sake, conceal me as long as you can; for if I be known, I shall be utterly ruined with disgrace.
Whose fault was it? I did advise you otherwise, but you would not be ruled, nor counselled by me; and my Husband like an unwise man, did assist your childish desires.
Well wife, setting aside your wisdom, let us advise what is best to be done in this case.
In this case we are either to be hanged, or she is to be dis∣graced; and for my part, I had rather be hanged, for I am old, and cannot live long.
If you were a young wench, thou mightest chance to escape hanging, the Judges would have taken pity on thee, but being old, will con∣demn thee without mercy.
If I were not a pretty wench, and the Jurie amorous men, at least the Judges so, I should be hanged neverthelesse.
Come, come, Foster Father, and Nurse, let us go and ad∣vise.