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 And I for you God knowes, haue vndeserued Beene ill spoken of in euery place. Therefore hencefoorth frequent my house no more.

Mos. Ile see your husband in dispight of you, Yet Arden I protest to thee by heauen, Thou nere shalt see me more, after this night. Ile go to Roome rather then be forsworne.

Ar. Tush Ile haue no such vowes made in my house.

Ales. Yes I pray you husband let him sweare, And on that condition Mosbie pledge me here.

Mos. I as willingly as I meane to liue.

Ard. Come Ales, is our supper ready yet?

Ales. It wil by then you haue plaid a game at tables,

Ard. Come M. Mosbie, what shall we play for?

Mos. Three games for a french crowne sir, And please you.

Ard. Content.

Wil Can he not take him yet? what a spight is that?

Ales Not yet Will, take hede he see thee not?

Wil. I feare he wil spy me, as I am coming,

Mic. To preuent that, creepe betwixt my legs

Mos. One ace, or els I lose the game.

Ard. Mary sir theres two for fayling.

Mos. Ah M. Arden (now I can take you) Then Will pulles him down with a towell

Ard. Mosbie, Michaell, Ales, what will you do?

Will Nothing but take you vp sir, nothing els.

Mos. Thers for the pressing Iron you tould me of.

Sha. And ther's for the ten pound in my sleeue,

Ales. What, grones thou? nay then giue me yᵉ weapon, Take this for hindring Mosbies loue and mine.

Michaell. O Mistres.

Will Ah that villaine wil betray vs all,

Mos. Tush feare him not, he will be secrete,

Mic. Why dost thou think I will betray my selfe? Sha.