Enter Dorothea.
Dor. O where are you? you have made a fair hand. By —— yonder is your Aunt with my Lady; she came in, just as she was wooing your Mistris for another; and what did me she, but out with her purse, and shew'd all the naked truth, ifaith. Fie upon you, you should never trust an old woman with a secret; they cannot hold; they cannot hold so well as we, and you'ld hang 'em. First, there was swearing and staring, then there was howling and weeping, and O my daughter, and O my mother.
Ger. The effect, the effect.
Dor. Marry no way, but one with you.
Ger. Why welcom. Shall she scape?
Dor. Nay, she has made her scape already.
Ger. Why, is she gone?
Dor. The scape of her virginitie, I mean.
You men are as dull, you can conceive nothing;
You think it is enough to beget.
Ger. I; but surely, Dorothea, that scap'd not;
Her maiden-head suffer'd.
Dor. And you were the Executioner.