_ I will to Sea, and 't shall goe hard but I'le be drown'd
indeed.
_La._ Now Sir you see I am no such hard creature,
But time may win me.
_Elder Lo._ You have forgot your lost Love.
_La._ Alas Sir, what would you have me do? I cannot call him back again
with sorrow; I'le love this man as dearly, and beshrow me I'le keep him
far enough from Sea, and 'twas told me, now I remember me, by an old wise
woman, that my first Love should be drown'd, and see 'tis come about.
_Elder Lo._ I would she had told you your second should be hang'd too, and
let that come about: but this is very strange.
_La._ Faith Sir, consider all, and then I know you'le be of my mind: if
weeping would redeem him, I would weep still.
_Elder Lo._ But say that I were _Loveless_,
And scap'd the storm, how would you answer this?
_Lady._ Why for that Gentleman I would leave all the world.
_Elder Lo._ This young thing too?
_Lady._ That young thing too,
Or any young thing else: why, I would lose my state.
_Elder Lo._ Why then he lives still, I am he, your _Loveless_.
_Lady._ Alas I knew it Sir, and for that purpose prepared this Pageant:
get you to your task. And leave these Players tricks, or I shall leave
you, indeed I shall. Travel, or know me not.
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