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Actus 2.
Scaena 1.
MY sister, and a woman of so base a pitty, what was the fellow?
Why an ordinary man Madam.
Poore?
Poore enough, and no man knowes from whence neither.
What could she see?
Onely his misery, for else she might behold a hun∣dred handsumer.
Did she change much.
Extreamely, when he spoke, and then her pitty like an Orator, I feare her love framed such a commendation, and followed it so farre, as made me wonder.
Is she so hot, or such a want of lovers, that shee must doate upon afflictions: why do's shee not goe romage all the Prisons, and there bestow her youth, bewray her wanton∣nesse, and flie her honour, common both to beggery; did she speake to him?
No, hee saw us not, but ever since, she hath beene mainely troubled.
Was he young?
Yes young enough.
And looked he like a gentleman.
Like such a Gentleman, would pawne ten oathes for twelve pence.
My sister, and sinke basely; this must not be, do's she use meanes to know him?
Yes Madam, and has employed a Squire called Shorthose.
O thats a precious Knave, keepe all this private, but still be neere her lodging; Luce what you can gather by any meanes, let me understand, Ile stoppe her heate, and turne her charitie another way, to blesse her selfe first, be still close to