FAIN. If you have a mind to finish his picture, you have an opportunity to do it at full length. Behold the original.
SCENE VI.
[To them] Witwoud.
WIT. Afford me your compassion, my dears; pity me, Fainall, Mirabell, pity me.
MIRA. I do from my soul.
FAIN. Why, what’s the matter?
WIT. No letters for me, Betty?
BET. Did not a messenger bring you one but now, sir?
WIT. Ay; but no other?
BET. No, sir.