Jam.
Is't possible?
Asc.
The Lady, whom my Father calls his Wife,
Abhors my sight, is sick of me, and forc'd him
To turn me out of doors.
Jac.
By my best hopes
I thank her cruelty, for it comes near
A saving Charity.
Jam.
Is't possible?
Asc.
The Lady, whom my Father calls his Wife,
Abhors my sight, is sick of me, and forc'd him
To turn me out of doors.
Jac.
By my best hopes
I thank her cruelty, for it comes near
A saving Charity.