1357Enter Lemot and the Countesse. 1358Cou. What you are out of breath me thinks Mon
sieur
1360Le It is no matter Madam, it is
spent in your
seruice, that
1361beare your age with your hone
sty, better then an hundred
1362of the
se ni
se gallants, and indeed it is a
shame for your hu
s- 1363band, that contrary to his oath made to you before dinner,
1364he
shoud be now at the ordinary with that light hu
swife
1365Martia, which I could not chu
se but come and tell you; for
1366indeede it is a
shame that your motherly care
should be
so
1368Co. Out on thee
strumpet and accur
st, and mi
serable
1370Le. Well, there they are: nothing els now, to her hu
s- 1372Co. Nothing els quoth you, can there be more? O wic
- 1373ked man, would he play fal
se, that would
so
simply vow,
1374and
sweare his faith, and would not let me be di
splea
sed a
1375minute, but he would
sigh, and weepe til I were plea
sed, I
1376haue a knife within thats ra
sor
sharp, and I wil lay an yron
1377in the
fire, making it burning hot to mark the
strumpet, but
1378t'will bee colde too ere I can come thither, doe
something
1379wretched woman,
staies thou here?
Exit.