Will betray it.
Cur. Thou lovest thy self better.
Lor. Well, that’s a comfort yet.
Exeunt.
[ Scene III.] A Wood.
Enter Cloris dressed like a Country-Boy, follow’d by Guilliam a Clown; Cloris comes reading a Letter.
Clo. Reads. Cloris, beware of Men; for though I my self be one,
Yet I have the Frailties of my Sex, and can dissemble too;
Trust none of us, for if thou dost, thou art undone;
We make Vows to all alike we see,