Fr. Pray walk this way,
And if you ever lov'd me.
Ma. Take heed Frank
How you divert that love to hate, go home prethee.
Fr. Shall he enjoy that sweet?
Mar. Nay pray unhand me.
Fr. He that never felt what love was.
Ma. Then I charge you stand farther off.
Fr. I am tame, but let me walk wi'ye,
Talk but a minute.
Mar. So your talk be honest,
And my untainted honor suffer not,
I'll walk a turn or two.
Fr. Give me your hand then. [Exit.
Enter Wildbrain, Justice, Lady, Nurse, Gent. Women, Newlove.