Simon. Mistress Margaret,
How fared my brother John, when you left Devon?
Marg
. John was well, sir.
Simon. 'Tis now nine months almost,
Since I saw home. What new friends has John made?
Or keeps he his first love?—I did suspect
Some foul disloyalty. Now do I know,
John has proved false to her, for Margaret weeps.
It is a scurvy brother.