Scene 10.
Enter the Lady Jantil alone.
MAdam Iantil.
How painfull is true love absented from what is loved, 'tis strange that that which pleaseth most should be the greatest tor∣ment.
Enter Madam Passionate.
Madam Passionate.
What, all times walking by your self alone? when your Lord returns I will complain, and tell him what dull Company you are.
Madam Iantil.
I hope I shall not be from him so long, for he promised to send for me.
Madam Passionate.
Nay faith, when you go, as old as I am, I will travell with you to see my Husband too.
Madam Iantil.
You will be so much the more welcome, by how much you were unexpected.
Madam Passionate.
You look pale on the sudden, are not you well?
Madam Iantil.
Yes, onely on a sudden I had a chill of cold that seized on my Spirits.
Madam Passionate.
Beshrew me, their coldness hath nipt the blood out of your Cheeks and Lips.
Madam Iantil.
If they had been painted, they would have kept their Colour.
Exeunt.