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 The worlde shall see that I distrust her not, To warne him on the sudden from my house, Were too confirme the rumour that is growne.

Mos. By faith my sir you say trew, And therefore will I soiourne here a while, Untill our enemies haue talkt their fill. And then I hope theile cease, and at last confesse, How causeles they haue iniurde her and me.

Ard. And I will ly at London all this tearme, To let them see how light I wey their words.

Ales. Husband sit down, your brekfast will be could,

Ard. Come M. Mosbie will you sit with vs,

Mos. I can not eat, but ile sit for company.

Ard. Sirra Michaell see our horse be ready.

Ales. Husband why pause ye, why eat you not,

Ard. I am not well, thers something in this broth That is not holesome, didst thou make it Ales?

Ales. I did, and thats the cause it likes not you, Thers nothing that I do can please your taste. You were best to say I would haue poysoned you, I cannot speak or cast aside my eye: But he Imagines, I haue stept awry. Heres he that you cast in my teeth so oft, Now will I be conuinced, or purge my selfe, I charge thee speake to this mistrustfull man, Thou that wouldst see me hange, thou Mosbye thou, What fauour hast thou had more then a kisse At comming or departing from the Towne?

Mos. You wrong your selfe and me, to cast these douts Your louing husband is not Ielious.

Ard. Why gentle mistres Ales, cannot I be ill, But youle accuse your selfe. Franckline thou haste a boxe of Methridate, Ile