Mons. I have broken
The yce to it already with the woman
Of your chast lady, and conceive good hope[175]
I shall wade thorow to some wished shore
At our next meeting.
Mont. Nay, there's small hope there.
Gui. Take say of her, my lord, she comes most fitly.
Mons. Starting back?
Enter Charlot, Anable, Pero.