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Ales. Yonder comes Mosbie, Michaell get thee gone, And let not him nor any knowe thy drifts. Mosbie my loue,

Mosbie. Away I say, and talke not to me now.

Ales. A word or two sweete hart, and then I will, Tis yet but early daies, thou needest not feare.

Mosbie. Where is your husband?

Ales. Tis now high water, and he is at the key.

Mos. There let him be, hence forward know me not.

Ales. Is this the end of all thy solemne oathes? Is this the frute thy reconcilement buds? Haue I for this giuen thee so many fauours, Incurd my husbands hate, and out alas, Made shipwrack of myne honour for thy sake, And doest thou say hence forward know me not? Remember when I lockt the in my closet, What were thy words and mine, did we not both Decree, to murder Arden in the night. The heauens can witnes, and the world can tell, Before I saw that falshoode looke of thine, Fore I was tangled with thy tysing speach, Arden to me was dearer then my soule, And shall be still, base pesant get thee gone. And boast not of thy conquest ouer me, Gotten by witch-craft, and meere sorcery. For what hast thou to countenaunce my loue, beeing discended of a noble house, And matcht already with a gentleman, Whose seruant thou maist be, and so farewell.

Mos. Ungentle and vnkinde Ales, now I see That which I euer feard, and finde too trew: A womans loue is as the lightning flame, Which euen in bursting forth consumes it selfe, To trye thy constancie haue I beene strange, would