067 Wood. I will see what is the matter in it.
Saint. [Within.] Mr Woodall, where are you, verily?
Wood. Pox verily her! it is my landlady: Here, hide yourself behind the curtains, while I run to the door, to stop her entry.
Trick. Necessity has no law; I must be patient. [She gets into the Bed, and draws the clothes over her.
Enter Saintly.
Saint. In sadness, gentleman, I can hold no longer: I will not keep your wicked counsel, how you were locked up in the chest; for it lies heavy upon my conscience, and out it must, and shall.
Wood. You may tell, but who will believe you? where's your witness?
Saint. Verily, heaven is my witness.
Wood. That's your witness too, that you would have allured me to lewdness, have seduced a hopeful young man, as I am; you would have enticed youth: Mark that, beldam.
Saint. I care not; my single evidence is enough to Mr Limberham; he will believe me, that thou burnest in unlawful lust to his beloved: So thou shalt be an outcast from my family.