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Scæna secunda.
Enter Juletta, Alinda.Jul.
Why are you still so fearfull of me, Lady?
So doubtfull of my faith, and honest service?
To hide your selfe from me, to fly my company?
Am I not yours? all yours? by this light you shake still;
Do ye suspect me false? did I ever faile ye?
Doe you think I am corrupted? base? and treacherous?
Lord, how ye look! Is not my life tyde to ye?
And all the power I have to serve, and honour ye?
Still do ye doubt? still am I terrible?
I will not trouble ye: good Heaven preserve ye,
And send ye what ye wish: I will not see ye,
Nor once remember I had such a Mistris.
I will not speak of ye, nor name Alinda,
For feare you should suspect I would betray ye:
Goodnesse and peace conduct ye.
Alin.
Prethee pardon me,
I know thou art truly faithfull: and thou art welcome,
A welcome partner to my miseries;
Thou knowst I love thee too.
Jul.
I have thought so, Lady.
Alin.
Alas, my feares have so distracted me
I durst not trust my selfe.
Jul.
Come, pray ye think better,
And cast those by: at least consider, Lady,
How to prevent 'em: pray ye put off this fooles coate;
Though it have kept ye secret for a season,
Tis known now, and will betray ye; your arch enemy
Roderigo is abroad: many are looking for ye.
Alin.
I know it: and those many I have cozen'd:
Jul.
You cannot still thus.
Alin.
I have no meanes to shift it.
Jul.
I have: and shift you too. I lay last night
At a poore widows house here in the Thicket,
Whether I will conduct ye, and new shape ye,
My selfe too to attend ye.
Alin.
What meanes hast thou?
For mine are gone.
Jul.
Feare not, enough to serve ye;
I came not out so empty.
Alin.
Prethee tell me,
(For thou hast stroke a kind of comfort through me.)
When saw'st thou Roderigo?
Jul.
Even this morning,
And in these woods: take heed, h'as got a new shape.
Alin.
The habit of a Pilgrime? yes, I know it,
And I hope shall prevent it; was he alone?
Jul.
No Madam, and which made me wonder mightily,
He was in company with that handsome Pilgrime,
That sad sweet man.
Alin.
That I forgot to give to?
Jul.
The same, the very same, that you so pittied,
A man as fit to suit his villanies.
Alin.
And did they walke together?
Jul.
Wondrous civilly.
Alin.
Talke, and discourse?
Jul.
I thinke so, for I see 'em
Make many stands, and then embrace each other.
Alin.
The Pilgrime is betraid, a Judas dwels with him,
A Simon, that will seem a Saint to choake him.
Canst thou but shew me this?
Iul.
Lord how she trembles!
Not thus, for all the world, ye are undone then;
But let's retire, and alter, then we'l walke free;
And then ile shew ye any thing.
Alin.
Come, good wench,
And speedily: for I have strang faiths working,
As strange feares too, ile tell thee all my life then.
Jul.
Come quick, ile conduct ye, and still serve ye,
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This way; Ile be your guide.
Exeunt.
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