Song below. At the end of the Song, Beaumelle within.
Beau. Ha, ha, ’tis such a groome.
Cha. Doe I heare this,
And yet stand doubtfull?
Exit Chara.
Aym. Stay him I am vndone,
And they discouered.
Bau. Whats the matter?
Aym. Ah! [65]
That women, when they are well pleas’d, cannot hold,
But must laugh out.
Enter Nouall Iu. Charaloys, Beaumley, Bellapert.
Nou. Helpe, saue me, murrher
, murther.