DELIA.
O God, is all grace banished from they heart?
Think of the shame that doth attend this fact.
FLOWERDALE.
Shame me no shame; come, give me your purse.
I’ll bind you, sister, least I fair the worse.
DELIA.
No, bind me not! hold, there is all I have,
And would that money would redeem thy shame.
[Enter Oliver, Sir Arthur, and Artichoke.]
ARTICHOKE.
Thieves, thieves, thieves!
OLIVER.
Thieves? where, man? why, how now mistress Delia?
Ha you a liked to bin a robbed?
DELIA. No, Master Oliver; tis Master Flowerdale, he did but jest with me.
OLIVER. How, Flowerdale, that scoundrel? sirrah, you meeten us well: vang thee that.
FLOWERDALE. Well, sir, I’ll not meddle with you, because I have a charge.
DELIA.
Here, brother Flowerdale, I’ll lend you this same money.