La Nu. And must I be undone because I love ye?
This is the Mine from [whence I fetcht my Gold].
Will. Damn the base Trash: I’ll have thee poor, and mine;
’Tis nobler far, to starve with him thou lov’st
Than gay without, and pining all within. [Knocking, breaking the Door, Will. snatches up his Sword.
La Nu. Heavens, here will be murder done—he must not see him. [As Beau. breaks open the Door, she runs away with the Candle, [they are by dark], Beau. enters with his Sword drawn.
Will. What art thou?
Beau. A Man. [They fight.
Enter Petron. with Light, La Nuche following, Beau. runs to her.
Oh thou false Woman, falser than thy Smiles,