1. Hold, hold, he's desperate too.
Ju. Be sure ye hold him fast, we'll bind him over
To the next Sessions, and if I can, I'll hang him.
Fr. Nay then I'll live to be a terror to thee,
Sweet Virgin Rose farewell: heaven has thy beauty,
That's only fit for heaven. I'll live a little
To find the Villain out that wrought this injury,
And then most blessed soul, I'll climb up to thee.
Farewell, I feel my self another creature. [Exit.
La. Oh misery of miseries.
Nu. I told ye Madam.
La. Carry her in, you will pay back her portion?
Ju. No not a penny, pay me back my credit,
And I'll condition wi'ye.
La. A sad wedding,
Her grave must be her Bridal bed: oh Mall,
Would I had wed thee to thy own content,
Then I had had thee still.
Ju. I am mad, farewell,
Another wanton wife will prove a hell. [Exeunt.