Onely to bleare the eyes of Goursey, didst not? 75
But I wil send him word, I warrant thee,
And ere I sleepe to[o]; trust upon it, sir.
Exit.
M. Bar. Me thinkes this is a mighty fault in her;
I could be angry with her: O, if I be so,
I shall but put a linke unto a torche, 80
And so give greater light to see her fault.
Ile rather smother it in melancholly:
Nay, wisedome bids me shunne that passion;