El. Lo. First, I thank you for schooling this young fellow,
Whom his own follies, which he's prone enough
Daily to fall into, if you but frown,
Shall level him a way to his repentance:
Next, I should rail at you, but you are a Woman,
And anger's lost upon you.
Lady. Why at me Sir? I never did you wrong, for to my knowledge This is the first sight of you.
Elder Lo. You have done that,
I must confess I have the least curse in
Because the least acquaintance: But there be
(If there be honour in the minds of men)
Thousands when they shall know what I deliver,
(As all good men must share in't) will to shame
Blast your black memory.
Lady. How is this good Sir?
Elder Lo. 'Tis that, that if you have a soul will choak it: Y'ave kill'd a Gentleman.
Lady. I kill'd a Gentleman!
Elder Lo. You and your cruelty have kill'd him Woman,
And such a man (let me be angry in't)
Whose least worth weighed above all womens vertues
That are; I spare you all to come too: guess him now?
Lady. I am so innocent I cannot Sir.
Elder Lo. Repent you mean, you are a perfect Woman, And as the first was, made for mans undoing.
Lady. Sir, you have mist your way, I am not she.