Lady. Do you not love me then?
Elder Lo. No faith.
Lady. Did you ever think I lov'd you dearly?
Elder Lo. Yes, but I see but rotten fruits on't.
Lady. Do not denie your hand for I must kiss it, and take my last farewell, now let me die so you be happy.
El. Lo. I am too foolish: Ladie speak dear Ladie.
Lady. No let me die. She swounds.
Mar. Oh my Sister!
Abi. O my Ladie help, help.
Mar. Run for some Rosalis!