Mi. B. Thou liest, thou liest, for he loves Gourseys wife,
Not me.
Phil. Now, I sweare, mother, you are much too blame;
I durst be sworne he loves you as his soule.
Mi. Bar. Wilt thou be pampered by affection? 250
Will nature teach thee such vilde[1694] perjurie?
Wilt thou be sworne, I, forsworne,[1695] carelesse boy?
And if thou swearst, I say he loves me not.
Phil. He loves ye but too well, I sweare,
Unlesse ye knew much better how to use him. 255