Like a poor Girl that had betrai'd her maiden-head—
Sep. I'le stop mine ears.
Achil. Will shew so in a Souldier,
So simply, and so ridiculously, so tamely—
Pho. If people would believe thee, 'twere some honesty,
And for thy penitence would not laugh at thee
(As sure they will) and beat thee for thy poverty:
If they would allow thy foolery, there were some hope.
Sep. My foolery?
Pho. Nay, more than that, thy misery,