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 Forget I pray thee what hath past betwix vs, For now I blushe and tremble at the thoughts,

Mos. What are you changde?

Ales I to my former happy lyfe againe. From tytle of an odious strumpets name, To honest Ardens wife, not Ardens honest wife, Ha Mosbye tis thou hast rifled me of that, And made me slaundrous to all my kin: Euen in my forehead is thy name ingrauen, Ameane Artifiecer, that lowe borne name, I was bewitched, woe worth the haples howre, And all the causes that inchaunted me:

Mos. Nay if thou ban, let me breath curses forth, And if you stand so nicely at your fame: Let me repent the credit I haue lost, I haue neglected matters of import, That would haue stated me aboue thy state: Forslowde aduantages, and spurnd at time. I Fortunes right hand Mosbie hath forsooke, To take a wanton giglote by the left. I left the Mariage of an honest maid, UUhose dowry would haue weyed down all thy wealth, UUhose beauty and demianor farre exceeded thee. This certaine good I lost for changing bad, And wrapt my credit in thy company. I was bewitcht, that is no theame of thine, And thou vnhallowed hast enchaunted me: But I will breake thy spels, and excirsimes, And put another sight vpon these eyes, That shewed my hart, a rauen for a dowe. Thou art not faire, I vieud thee not till now, Thou art not kinde, till now I knew the not. And now the raine hath beaten of thy gilt, Thy worthles copper showes thee counterfet. It grieues me not to see how foull thou art, But maddes me that euer I chought thee faire, Go