Tay. Sir, 40 His kinſman here is ſorry.
Mer. Not I, Madam, I am no kin to him, wee but call Couſins, Mere-craft denies him. And if wee were, Sir, I haue no relation Vnto his crimes.
Man. You are not vrged with ’hem. I can accuſe, Sir, none but mine owne iudgement, 45 For though it were his crime, ſo to betray mee: I am ſure, ’twas more mine owne, at all to truſt him. But he, therein, did vſe but his old manners, And fauour ſtrongly what hee was before.
Tay. Come, he will change!
Man. Faith, I muſt neuer think it. 50 Nor were it reaſon in mee to expect That for my ſake, hee ſhould put off a nature Hee ſuck’d in with his milke. It may be Madam, Deceiuing truſt, is all he has to truſt to: If ſo, I ſhall be loath, that any hope 55 Of mine, ſhould bate him of his meanes.
Tay. Yo’ are ſharp, Sir. This act may make him honeſt!
Man. If he were To be made honeſt, by an act of Parliament, I ſhould not alter, i’ my faith of him.
Tay. Eyther-ſide! Welcome, deare Either-ſide! how haſt thou done, good wench? She spies the Lady Eyther-ſide. Thou haſt beene a ſtranger! I ha’ not ſeene thee, this weeke. 61
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