Tay. Inough, I doe aſſure you: and with that ſcorne Of him, and the iniury, as I doe wonder 30 How Euerill bore it! But that guilt vndoe’s Many mens valors.
Mer. Here comes Manly.
Man. Madame, [143] I’ll take my leaue—
Manly offers to be gone.
Tay. You ſha’ not goe, i’ faith. I’ll ha’ you ſtay, and ſee this Spaniſh miracle, Of our Engliſh Ladie.
Man. Let me pray your Ladiſhip, 35 Lay your commands on me, some other time.
Tay. Now, I proteſt: and I will haue all piec’d, And friends againe.
Man. It will be but ill ſolder’d!
Tay. You are too much affected with it.
Man. I cannot Madame, but thinke on’t for th’ iniuſtice.