Enter Lady.
La. I am honest.
Am. Honest!
La. Upon my faith I am.
Am. What did then p[e]rsuade thee to condemn thy self?
La. Your safety.
Am. I had rather be expos'd
To danger, than dishonor; th'ast betray'd
The reputation of my familie
More basely by the falseness of that word,
Than if thou hadst delivered me asleep
Into the hands of base enemies.
Relief will never make thee sensible
Of thy disgraces; let thy wants compell thee to it. [Exit.
La. O I am a miserable woman.
Mont. Why Madam? are you utterly without means to relieve you?
La. I have nothing Sir, unless by changing of these cloaths for worse, and then at last the worst for nakedness.