Clo. Sir, has the Villain hurt you? She supports him.
—Pray Heaven my Sorrows do not betray me now;
For since he’s false, I fain would die conceal’d. Aside.
—Shew me your Wound, and I will tie it up.
Alas, you bleed extremely.—
Fred. Kind Youth, thy Succours are in vain, though welcome;
For though I bleed, I am not wounded much.
Clo. No? why did you let him pass unpunish’d then,
Who would have hurt you more?
Enter Guilliam [with Galliard].