[Cou.[278] Letts leave him.
Un. Wee'le to my chamber, captaine.
Cap. You have a mind to examine the business privatly?
Do. No, good Captaine, you may be present.
Cou. Come, Thomas, thou shat be witnes, too.
[Ext. all but Sir Francis and Lady.
La. They are gone; they feigne most artificially, Let me embrace you.
Fra. Oh, take heed.
La. What's the matter?
Fra. Tis no dissembling,—Madam; I have had
A fall indeed, a dreadfull fall; I feele it.
I thinke my horse saw the Divell in some hedge:
Ere I had rid three furlongs, gave a start,
Pitcht me of ons back like a barr and broke
A flint with my shoulder, I thinke, which strooke fire too;
There was something like it in my eyes, Ime punish'd.