Fruit. I confess
I gave you way, and for the time did wink
At your false dealing; but at last my conscience
Would not permit me to conceal it longer.
I have discharg'd it now, and told the truth.
Sir Arg. Twas well done of you, sir: well, I'll away.
Madam, seek out some other man to cheat.
For me you shall not.
Lady. C. Stay, sir, my estate
Shall still be good; the feoffees will be honest.
Fruit. Ay, that they will, to keep what is their own.
Lady C. O monstrous wickedness! was e'er the like
Heard of before?
Fruit. I know the feoffees' minds.
Enter Freeman, Euphues, Barnet, Dotterel, Lady Whimsey.
Free. How fare you, madam. Wherefore look you sadly
At such a joyful time?
Lady C. O Master Freeman,
I am undone and ruin'd.