I have a Mother now, and an old Father,
They are as sure your own, within these two months—
4.
My Sister must be pray'd for too, she is desperate,
Desperate in love.
Die.
Keep desperate men far from her,
Then 'twill go hard: do you see how melancholy?
Do you mark the man? do you profess ye love him?
And would do any thing to stay his fury?