The Diuel praies again.
Wit. Lady, we’ll follow. You are not iealous Sir? 250
Fit. O, madame! you ſhall ſee. Stay wife, behold, I giue her vp heere, abſolutely, to you, She is your owne. Do with her what you will! He giues his wife to him, taking him to be a Lady. Melt, caſt, and forme her as you ſhall thinke good! Set any ſtamp on! I’ll receiue her from you 255 As a new thing, by your owne ſtandard!
VVit. Well, Sir!