La. But is this serious? are you hurt indeed?
Fra. Hurt? I ha broke my shoulder feelingly,
And I am of opinion when I doe
Enjoy you, Madam, I shall breake my neck;
That will be next. Ile take this for a warning
And will leave of in tyme.
La. This makes me tremble.
Fra. I will be honest now; and so forgive me. Not the Surgeon come yet?
La. Heaven hath cur'd us both.
Fra. I am not cured yet. Oh for the bone setter! If ere I counterfeit agen.
La. There is a blessing falne upon my blood.
Your only charme had power to make my thoughts
Wicked, and your conversion disinchants me;
May both our lives be such as heaven may not
Grieve to have shew'd this bounty.
Enter Courtwell.
Cou. Sir Richard, Madam.
La. You may enter now, sir.