Cap. She wonot take it upon her yet.

Un. Theres the sport.

Enter Device.

De. Oh, Madam, newes, ill newes, an accident Will blast all your mirth: Sir Francis—

Cou: La. What of him?

De. Has brooke—

Cou. His neck?

De. You guest very neere it, but his shoulder Has sav'd that joynt. A fall from's horse, they say, Hath much endanger'd him.

Cou. My Uncle hurt! [Exit.

La. He has kept his word; now if he but counterfeit handsomely.