Sir 'tis not fear, but reason makes me tell you; in this I had
rather help you Sir, than hurt you, and you shall find it, though you
throw your self into as many dangers as she offers, though you redeem her
lost name every day, and find her out new honours with your Sword, you
shall but be her mirth as I have been.
_Wel_. I ask you mercy Sir, you have ta'ne my edge off: yet I would fain
be even with this Lady.
_Elder Lo_. In which I'le be your helper: we are two, and they are two:
two Sisters, rich alike, only the elder has the prouder Dowry: In troth I
pity this disgrace in you, yet of mine own I am senceless: do but follow
my Counsel, and I'le pawn my spirit, we'l overreach 'em yet; the means is
this--
_Enter_ Servant.
_Ser_. Sir there's a Gentlewoma[n] will needs speak with you, I cannot
keep her out, she's entred Sir.
_Elder Lo_. It is the waiting woman, pray be not seen: sirrah hold her in
discourse a while: hark in your ear, go and dispatch it quickly, when I
come in, I'le tell you all the project.
_Wel_. I care not which I have. [_Exit_ Welford.
_Elder Lo_. Away, 'tis done, she must not see you: now Lady _Guiniver_
what news with you?
_Enter_ Abigal.
_Abig_. Pray leave these frumps Sir, and receive this letter.
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