Gyr. You here stand chargd for ravishing her, & you Must marry her or she may have your life.
Mac. Lady, what say you? which had you rather have, His life or him?
Ele. I am not cruell; pay me my first Bond Of marriage, which you seald to, & I free you And shall with Joy run flying to your armes.
All. Law you?[53]
Mac. That's easy enough.
Hen. Rackes, Gibbetts, wheeles make sausages of my flesh first! Ile be ty'd to no man's Strumpet.
Alq. Then you muste look to dye.
Mac. Lady, withdraw.
Hen. Well, if I doe, somebody shall packe.
Ele. Oh me, unfortunate Creature! [Exit.