Alin. That I forgot to give to?
Jul. The same, the very same, that you so pitied,
A man as fit to suit his villanies.
Alin. And did they walk together?
Jul. Wondrous civilly.
Alin. Talk, and discourse?
Jul. I think so, for I saw 'em
Make many stands, and then embrace each other.
Alin. The Pilgrim is betrai'd, a Judas dwells with him,
A Sinon, that will seem a Saint to choak him.
Canst thou but shew me this?
Jul. Lord how she trembles!
Not thus, for all the world, ye are undone then;
But let's retire, and alter, then we'l walk free;
And then I'le shew ye any thing.
Alin. Come, good wench,
And speedily: for I have strange faiths working,
As strange fears too, I'le tell thee all my life then.
Jul. Come quick, I'le conduct ye, and still serve ye,
And do not fear; hang fear, it spoils all projects.
This way; I'le be your guide. [Exeunt.