Amin. Indeed you're wanton;
We may be taken too.
Enter Clarinda, Juletta, Crocale, Hippolita.
Cla. Out thou base woman.
[By Heaven] I'll shoot 'em both.
Cro. Nay stay, brave Lady, hold;
A suddain death cuts off a Nobler vengeance.
Cla. Am I made Bawd to your lascivious meetings?
Are ye grown so wise in sin?
Shut up that villa[ine]: and sirrah,
Now expect my utmost anger.
Let him there starve.
Alb. I mock at your mischiefs. [Exit.
Cla. Tie that false witch unto that Tree,
There let that savage beasts
Gnaw off her sweetness, and Snakes
Embrace her beauties; tie her, and watch
That none relieve her.
Hip. We could wish ye better fortune, Lady,
But dare not help ye.
Amin. Be your own friends, I thank ye.
Now only my last audit, and my greatest,
Oh Heaven, be kind unto me,
And if it be thy Will, preserve.
Enter Raymond.