Lu. Well passion wo'not help us,
Had I twenty falls for this!
Boy. 'Twas my fault sir.
And twenty thousand fears for this, oth'devil,
Now could I curse, well, we have her now,
And must dispose her.
Enter Mistress.
Mi. Hang both for two blind buzzards, here's a Spade
Quickly or I'll call the neighbors.
There's no remedy,
Would the poor hungry prisoners had this pastie. [Exeunt.
Enter Justice, and a Servant with a light.
Ser. 'Twas a strange mischance Sir.
Ju. Mischance, sayst? No 'twas happiness to me,
There's so much charge say'd, I have her portion,
I'll marry twenty more on such conditions.
Ser. Did it not trouble you Sir,
To see her dead?
Ju. Not much, I thank my conscience;
I was tormented till that happen'd, furies
Were in my brain to think my self a Cuckold
At that time of the night:
When I come home, I charge you shut my doors,
Locks, bolts, and bars, are little enough to secure me.
Ser. Why, and please you?