Keeper. Ah, good my lord! O, wo is me for Pegge!
See where she stands clad in her nunnes attire,
Readie for to be shorne in Framingham: 50
She leaves the world because she left[1552] your love.
Oh, good my lord, perswade her if you can!
Lacie. Why, how now, Margret! what, a malecontent?
A nunne? what holy father taught you this,
To taske your selfe to such a tedious life 55
As die a maid? twere injurie to me,
To smother up such bewtie in a cell.