[Exit.
The Fifth Act.
Enter Sister.
Sis. I cannot forgett my carelesse gentleman: his neglect and reproaches have wrought strangely upon me.—Hee's here.
Enter Courtwell.
Cou. Is there not a weesill crept into your Chamber, lady?
Sis. A weesill, sir?
Cou. A Mounsier sucklegge.
Sis. Do you take my Chamber for a henns neast?
Cou. There is a thing that calls himselfe Device,
One that will break the hart of a post horse
To continue a hand gallop with him; your Alamode,
Your fighting faery feather'd footed servant,—
When saw you him?