Scene 43.
O help me, help me, you merciful Powers, to destroy me, and let me not outlive my Husband.
'Tis like the Gods will hear your prayers: for ten to one my Ma∣ster out-lives you.
VVhy, is he alive?
Yes, and alive's like.
VVhat makes you sweat so?
To bring you the good news of his well-being, and to prove the old Proverb a Lyar, which sayes, Bad Newes hath wings, and good Newes no legs.
Where did you meet your Master?
In Westminster-Hall.
How did he look?
Healthful and well.
Did he seem angry or pleas'd, merry or sad?
Why he neither seem'd angry nor pleas'd, merry nor sad, which I wonder'd at: for in Lawyers Courts, and places of Judicature, I never saw any face but was cloathed with a merry green countenance, or a sad black countenance, or a red cholerick face, or a pale malicious face; but my Masters face appeared like naked Truth, and clean Temperance, wash'd white with Innocency; being plump with health, and smooth with plenty.
But why did you leave him?
VVhy he commanded me so to doe, and to run every step, to tell you he was comming home, and I chose as the wisest to run, al∣though