_Wel._ You must have it. [_Exit_ Welford.
_Lady._ Now Sir, your business?
_El. Lo._ First, I thank you for schooling this young fellow,
Whom his own follies, which he's prone enough
Daily to fall into, if you but frown,
Shall level him a way to his repentance:
Next, I should rail at you, but you are a Woman,
And anger's lost upon you.
_Lady._ Why at me Sir?
I never did you wrong, for to my knowledge
This is the first sight of you.
_Elder Lo._ You have done that,
I must confess I have the least curse in
Because the least acquaintance: But there be
(If there be honour in the minds of men)
Thousands when they shall know what I deliver,
(As all good men must share in't) will to shame
Blast your black memory.
_Lady._ How is this good Sir?
_Elder Lo._ 'Tis that, that if you have a soul will choak it:
Y'ave kill'd a Gentleman.
_Lady._ I kill'd a Gentleman!
_Elder Lo._ You and your cruelty have kill'd him Woman,
And such a man (let me be angry in't)
Whose least worth weighed above all womens vertues
That are; I spare you all to come too: guess him now?
_Lady._ I am so innocent I cannot Sir.
_Elder Lo_. Repent you mean, you are a perfect Woman,
And as the first was, made for mans undoing.
_Lady.
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