El. Lo. I knew it, and min'd with you, and so blew you up. Now you may see the Gentlewoman: stand close.
Enter Welford, and Martha.
Mar. For Gods sake Sir, be private in this business, You have undone me else. O God, what have I done?
Wel. No harm I warrant thee.
Mar. How shall I look upon my friends again? With what face?
Wel. Why e'ne with that: 'tis a good one, thou canst not find a better: look upon all the faces thou shall see there, and you shall find 'em smooth still, fair still, sweet still, and to your thinking honest; those have done as much as you have yet, or dare doe Mistris, and yet they keep no stir.
Mar. Good Sir goe in, and put your womans cloaths on: If you be seen thus, I am lost for ever.
Wel. I'le watch you for that Mistris: I am no fool, here will I tarry till the house be up and witness with me.
Mar. Good dear friend goe in.
Wel. To bed again if you please, else I am fixt here till there be notice taken what I am, and what I have done: if you could juggle me into my woman-hood again, and so cog me out of your company, all this would be forsworn, and I again an asinego, as your Sister left me. No, I'le have it known and publisht; then if you'le be a whore, forsake me and be asham'd: and when you can hold no longer, marry some cast Cleve Captain, and sell Bottle-ale.