Ashb. Com, damsalls, followe mee where I shall leade:
I have a cross wyfe at home I tell you that,
But one that I presume will not bee jealous
Of too such harmeles sowles.
Pal. You are to us A patron and defender.
Scrib. Bounde unto you Not as an host but father.
[Exeunt.
SCENA 3.
Enter the Lord de Averne, his Lady, Dennis and the waytinge mayde.
Lord Av. Are all thinges redye as I gave in chardge?
Denys. Redy, syr.
Lord Av. Inoughe; and you deliver'd it To his owne hands?
Mayde. I did.