Qu. Be not long absent, the suit you preferr'd
Is granted.
Nea. This fellow mounts apace, and will
Towre o'r us like a Falcon.
Qu. Good morrow to ye all, why stand ye wondring?
Enter the house Sir, and bring out your Mistriss,
You must observe our Ceremonies: what's the matter?
What's that ye stand at? How Merione?
Asleep i'th' street? belike some sudden Palsie
As she stept out last night upon devotion,
To take her farewel of her Virgin state,
The air being sharp and piercing, struck her suddenly:
See if she breath.
Leo. A little.
Qu. Wake her then,
'Tis sure a fit.
Ag. She wakes her self,
Give room to her.
Qu. See how the spirits struggle to recover,
And strongly reinforce their strength; for certain
This was no natural sleep.
The. I am of your mind, Madam.
Qu. No Son, it cannot be.
The. Pray Heaven no trick in't;
Good Soul she little merits such a mischief.