Fitz-dottrel leaues counterfaiting.
Sha. Sir, you may ſee, and ſatisfie your ſelfe.
Fit. Nay, then, ’tis time to leaue off counterfeiting. Sir I am not bewitch’d, nor haue a Diuell: No more then you. I doe defie him, I, And did abuſe you. Theſe two Gentlemen 140 Put me vpon it. (I haue faith againſt him) They taught me all my tricks. I will tell truth, And ſhame the Feind. See, here, Sir, are my bellowes, And my falſe belly, and my Mouſe, and all That ſhould ha’ come forth?
Man. Sir, are not you aſham’d Now of your ſolemne, ſerious vanity? 146
Pov. I will make honorable amends to truth.
Fit. And ſo will I. But theſe are Coozeners, ſtill; And ha’ my land, as plotters, with my wife: Who, though ſhe be not a witch, is worſe, a whore. 150
Man. Sir, you belie her. She is chaſte, and vertuous, And we are honeſt. I doe know no glory [170] A man ſhould hope, by venting his owne follyes, But you’ll ſtill be an Aſſe, in ſpight of prouidence. Pleaſe you goe in, Sir, and heare truths, then iudge ’hem: And make amends for your late raſhneſſe; when, 156 You ſhall but heare the paines and care was taken, To ſaue this foole from ruine (his Grace of Drown’d-land)
Fit. My land is drown’d indeed—
Pov. Peace.
Man. And how much His modeſt, and too worthy wife hath ſuffer’d 160 By miſ-conſtruction, from him, you will bluſh, Firſt, for your owne beliefe, more for his actions! His land is his: and neuer, by my friend, Or by my ſelfe, meant to another vſe, But for her ſuccours, who hath equall right. 165 If any other had worſe counſells in’t, (I know I ſpeake to thoſe can apprehend mee) Let ’hem repent ’hem, and be not detected. It is not manly to take ioy, or pride In humane errours. (wee doe all ill things, 170 They doe ’hem worſt that loue ’hem, and dwell there, Till the plague comes) The few that haue the ſeeds Of goodneſſe left, will ſooner make their way To a true life, by ſhame, then puniſhment.