Lieu. Where is this Wench, good Colonel?
Leo. Prithee hold thy Peace: who calls thee to counsel?
Lieu. Why, if there be a Wench—
Leo. 'Tis fit thou know her:
Enter 2 Gentlemen.
That I'le say for thee, and as fit thou art for her,
Let her be mewed or stopt: how is it Gentlemen?
1 Gent. He's wondrous discontent, he'l speak to no man.
2 Gent. H'as taken his Chamber close, admits no entrance; Tears in his eyes, and cryings out.
Host. 'Tis so, Sir, And now I wish myself half hang'd ere I went this journey.
Leo. What is this Woman?