Ma. We are betraid, oh Frank, Frank.
Fr. I'll dye for ye
Rather than you shall suffer, I'll— [Enter all.
Ju. Now enter.
Enter sweet Gentlemen, mine eyes, mine eyes,
Oh how my head [a]kes.
1. Is it possible?
2. Hold her, she sinks.
Ma. A plot upon my honor
To poyson my fair name, a studied villany,
Farewell, as I have hope of peace, I am honest.
Ju. My brains, my brains, my monstrous brains, they bud sure.
Nu. She is gone, she is gone.
Ju. A handsome riddance of her.
Would I could as easily lose her memory.
Nur. Is this the sweet of Marriage, have I bred thee
For this reward?