Lor. No, Sir, I am an honest Man, and married lawfully.
Ant. Who art thou?
Lor. Hast thou done?
Isab. Yes, but you must venture hard.
Isab. ’Tis Lorenzo, Sir.
Lor. A Pox on her, now am I asham’d to all eternity.
Isab. Sir, let me beg you’l take his Word and Oath to night,
And to morrow I will satisfy you. Lor. gets down by the Sheets.
Ant. Look you make this good,
Or you shall both dearly pay for’t.