Qu. She is broad awake now, and her sence cleers up,
'Twas sure a fit; stand off.
Mer. The Queen, my Love here,
And all my noble friends? Why where am I?
How am I tranc'd, and moap'd? I' th' street? Heaven bless me,
Shame to my Sex; o'th' ground too? O I remember—
Leo. How wild she looks?
Ag. Oh my cold heart, how she trembles!
Mer. Oh I remember, I remember.
Qu. What's that?
Mer. My shame, my shame, my shame: Oh I remember
My never-dying shame.
The. Here has been villanie.
Qu. I fear so too.
Mer. You are no Furies are ye?
No horrid shapes sent to affright me?