Sis. I easilie forgive him; I should hate My selfe, if I depended on his pitty.
Cou. Th'art a noble wench. Shall we leave of These jigs and speake our harts in earnest? By These twin lips I love thee extreamely.
Sis. Sweare by your owne.
Cou. They shall bee mine. Mounsier, For your penance you shall along and witnes.
Sis. What, I pray?
Cou. The Priest shall tell you; come, we have both dissembled, We do love one another.
Sis. Tis not possible.
Cou. Unless you will denie me i'the church.
I ha vou'd to lie with you to night: Device,
Amble before and find the parson out;
We will bee friends and thou shalt be her father.
De. I must maintaine my humour or be beaten. [Ex.
Cou. Come, weele have no more acquainted.