That her illusions have imprest in her[170]
Have eaten through her back; and now all see
How she is riveted with hypocrisie.
Was this the way? was he the mean betwixt you?
Tam. He was, he was, kind worthy man, he was.
Mont. Write, write a word or two.
Ile write, but with my bloud, that he may see
These lines come from my wounds & not from me. Writes.
Mont. Well might he die for thought: methinks the frame