Mi. Ba. The words I said! what, shall I eate a truth?
Phi. Why, harke ye, mother. 175
Fra. Mother, what say you?
Mis. Go. Why, this I say, she slaundered my good name.
Fra. But if she now denie it, tis no defame.
Mi. Go. What, shall I thinke her hate will yeeld so much?
Fra. Why, doubt it not; her spirit may be such. 180
M. Go. [Impatient for the reconciliation.] Why, will it be?
Phi. Yet stay, I have some hope.
Mother, why, mother, why, heare ye.[1935]