Mer. Yes faith, and ſince your Wife Has runne the way of woman thus, e’en giue her—

Fit. Loſt by this hand, to me, dead to all ioyes 25 Of her deare Dottrell, I ſhall neuer pitty her: That could, pitty her ſelfe.

Mer. Princely reſolu’d Sir, And like your ſelfe ſtill, in Potentiâ.

[761] SD.] Scene III. A Room in Fitzdottrel’s House. Enter Meercraft, Fitzdottrel, and Everill. G

[762] 2 Roll 1692, 1716 roll W, G

[763] 9 SN. om. G

[764] 11 gave G

[765] 13 estate 1641

[766] 18 shapes—G

[767] 27 could not pity W could [not] pity G