No More Learning

Nor come I,
With any preiudice, or doubt, that you [107]
Should, to the notice of your owne worth, neede 85
Lea? t reuelation. Shee's a ? imple woman,
Know's not her good: (who euer knowes her ill)
And at all caracts. That you are the wife,
To ? o much bla? ted fle? h, as ? carce hath ? oule,
In ? tead of ? alt, to keepe it ? weete; I thinke, 90
Will aske no witne? ? es, to proue.
The cold
Sheetes that you lie in, with the watching candle,
That ? ees, how dull to any thaw of beauty,
Pieces, and quarters, halfe, and whole nights, ? ometimes,
The Diuell-giuen _Elfine_ Squire, your husband, 95
Doth leaue you, quitting heere his proper circle,
For a much-wor? e i' the walks of _Lincolnes Inne_,
Vnder the Elmes, t'expect the feind in vaine, there
Will confe? ? e for you.

FIT. I did looke for this geere.

WIT. And what a daughter of darkne? ? e, he do's make you, 100
Lock'd vp from all ? ociety, or object;
Your eye not let to looke vpon a face,
Vnder a Conjurers (or ? ome mould for one,
Hollow, and leane like his) but, by great meanes,
As I now make; your owne too ? en? ible ?