Or any woman else, that’s in her Case: ha, ha, ha!
Scan. There’s something in the wind now, that you
laugh at.
Lor. Nothing indeed, sweet Loue: but ha, ha!
I laugh at an odde Iest.
Scan. Come, I must know’t.
Lor. 'Deed but you must not.
Scan. Why? Dare you not trust me?
Lor. Yes, I dare: but
As you are a man, reueale it not.