None, but my ?elfe.
It falls out. _Lady_, to be a deare friends lodging.
Wherein there's ?ome con?piracy of fortune
With your poore ?eruants ble? affections.
M^rs. FI. Who was it ?ung?
WIT. He, _Lady_, but hee's gone, 45
Vpon my entreaty of him, ?
eeing you Approach
the window.
Neither need you doubt him,
If he were here. He is too much a gentleman.
M^rs. FI. Sir, if you iudge me by this ?imple action,
And by the outward habite, and complexion 50
Of ea?ine??e, it hath, to your de?igne;
You may with Iu?tice, ?ay, I am a woman:
And a ?trange woman. But when you ?hall plea?
