of Feuershame.
Cald I not helpe to set my husband free:
No, eares and all were witcht, ah me accurst,
To lincke in lyking with a frantick man,
Hence foorth Ile be thy slaue, no more thy wife:
For with that name I neuer shall content thee.
If I be merry thou straight waies thinks me light.
If sad thou saiest the sullens trouble me.
If well attyred thou thinks I will be gadding,
If homely, I seeme sluttish in thine eye.
Thus am I still, and shall be whill I die,
Poore wench abused by thy misgouernment,
Ard
But is it for trueth, that neither thou nor he,
Entendedst malice in your misdemeanor.
Ales.
The heauens can witnes of our harmles thoghts
Ard.
Then pardon me sweete Ales,
And forgiue this faulte:
Forget but this, and neuer see the lyke.
Impose me pennance, and I will performe it:
For in thy discontent I finde a death,
A death tormenting more then death it selfe,
Ales
Nay hadst thou loued me as thou doest pretend,
Thou wouldst haue markt the speaches of thy frend,
Who going wounded from the place, he said
His skinne was peirst only through my deuise,
And if sad sorrow taint thee for this falt,
Thou wouldst haue followed him, and sene him drest,
And cryde him mercy whome thou hast misdone,
Nere shall my hart be eased till this be done.
Arden
Content thee sweet Ales thou shalt haue thy wil
What ere it be, For that I iniurde thee
And wrongd my frend, shame scourgeth my offence,
Come thou thy selfe and go along with me,
And be a mediator twixt vs two.
Fran.
Why M. Arden, know you what you do,
Will you follow him that hath dishonourd you,
Ales.
Why canst thou proue I haue bene disloyall.
