Alice. This is for your sake Mary: take heed Cousin,
A man is not so soon made.
Tho. O my fortune!
But it is just, I be despis'd and hated.
Hyl. Despair not, 'tis not manly: one hours goodness
Strikes off an infinite of ills.
Alice. Weep truly
And with compassion, Cousin.
Fra. How exactly
This cunning young Thief playes his part!
Ma. Well Tom,
My Tom again, if this be truth.
Hyl. She weeps Boy.
Tho. O I shall die.
Ma. Now Heaven defend.
Sam. Thou hast her.