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186 Gaoler. I am the gaoler.

Undone, undone! conspiracy! a cheat!

My prisoner, my prisoner!

Samorat. No men, nor horses! Some strange mistake!

Maybe, th'are sheltered in the wood.

Peridor. And, if a lady did but step aside

To fetch a mask or so, you follow'd after still,

As if she had gone proud? Ha! Is't not so?

Torcular. Yes.

Peridor. And, if you were us'd but civilly in a place,

You gave out doubtful words upon't, to make

Men think you did enjoy?

Torcular. O yes, yes.

Peridor. Made love to every piece of cri'd-up beauty,

And swore the same things over to them.

Torcular. The very same

Peridor. Abominable!

Had he but sworn new things yet, 't had been tolerable. [One of them reads the sum of the confession Thief. Let me see, let me see. Hum! 'Court ladies

eight, of which two great ones. Country ladies twelve;

termers all.'

Peridor. Is this right?

Torcular. Very right.

Thief. Citizens' wives of several trades: he cannot count them.

Chambermaids and country wenches, about thirty, of which

The greater part the night before they were married, or else upon the day!

Peridor. A modest reckoning! Is this all?