Mar. So, now he is safe a while.
Gab. Lock all the doors, wench,
Then for my wrongs.
Per. Now I'll appear to know all.
Gab. Be quick, quick, good Marie, sure and sudden.
Per. Stay, I must in first.
Gab. O' my conscience!
It is young Perol[o]t: Oh my stung conscience!
It is my first and noblest Love.
Mar. Leave wondring,
And recollect your self: the man is living,
Equally wrong'd as you, and by that Devil.
Per. 'Tis most true, Lady: your unhappy fortune
I grieve for as mine own, your fault forgive too,
If it be one. This is no time for kisses:
I have heard all, and known all, which mine ears
Are crack'd apieces with, and my heart perish'd.
I saw him in your chamber, saw his fury.
And am afire till I have found his heart out.
What do you mean to do? for I'll make one.
Gab. To make his death more horrid (for he shall dye).
Per. He mst, he must.