[Enter Evadne.
Mel. Good morrow Sister; he that understands Whom you have wed, need not to wish you joy. You have enough, take heed you be not proud.
Diph. O Sister, what have you done!
Evad. I done! why, what have I done?
Strat. My Lord Amintor swears you are no Maid now.
Evad. Push!
Strat. I faith he does.
Evad. I knew I should be mockt.
Diph. With a truth.
Evad. If 'twere to do again, in faith I would not marry.