Jar. I must cast my skin, and am catch'd.
Why, coz.
Wid. Come, you're cosen'd,
And with a noble craft. He tempted me
In mine own house, and I bid him keep's disguise
But till this morning, and he should perceive
I loved him truly; intending here before you
To let him know't, especially i' th' presence
Of you, sir, that intend me for your wife.
Anc. What should this mean?
Alex. Some witty trick, I warrant thee: prythee, despatch him presently, that we were at church!
Wid. First, then, know you for truth, sir, I mean never to marry.
Blood. How, woman?
Sim. She has despatched you, sir!
Wid. And for a truth, sir, know you, I never mean to be your whore.
Blood. This is strange.[111]