BAR. In which we'll second thee.
[Exit with WENTLOE.
ILF. Away, whore! out of my doors, whore!
[Exit.
SIS. O grief, that poverty should have that power to tear
Men from themselves, though they wed, bed, and swear.
Enter THOMAS and JOHN SCARBOROW with BUTLER.
THOM. How now, sister?
SIS. Undone, undone!
BUT. Why, mistress, how is't? how is't?
SIS. My husband has forsook me.
BUT. O perjury!
SIS. Has ta'en my jewels and my bracelets from me.