Lov. It could not be her fault; there's a mistake in't.
Thu. None o'my life, theres none.
Lov. Let me see, let me see: No, twas not hers, twas Grimeses knavery.
Thu. Ha, whether did wild fancy lead my apprehension. He minds me not but is in disputation With his owne thoughts.
Lov. Wilt thou pledge me ii cuppes? Why, goe to and goe to, then.
Ha to thee, ha, sirra Grimes!
—When man gainst man conspire to doe evill,
For what Society is a fitt!
Thu. The Devill. [Claps him on the shoulder.
Lov. Oh helpe, helpe![106] [Exit.
Enter Lady.
Lady. I hope, sir,
Noe occasion offerd in my house
Breedes your distast; I should be sorry if
It be soe, and conceald from me.
Thu. Your goodnes
Is to nice ore me; Ime exceeding well;
Only some erring cogitations
Trouble my braine a little.