Sis. Very pretty. —I may deceave you yet for all your confidence.
Cou. If the skie fall weele have the larkes to supper.
[Exeunt.
[SCENE 2.]
Enter Ladie, Sir Francis, Dorothy.
La. It was strange neglect, sir.
Fra. I confesse it, And not deserve to live for't; yet if you But knew my sufferings—
La. Let her be Judge.
Fra. By no meanes, Madam.
La. You may trust her knowledge.