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Enter Infælice.
Infæ.
'Tis my cue
To enter now: roome, let my Prize be plaid,
I ha lurk'd in Cloudes, yet heard what all haue said,
What Iury more can proue, she has wrong'd my bed,
Then her owne husband, she must be punished;
I challenge Law, my Lord, Letters, and Gold, and Iewels
From my Lord that woman tooke.

Hip.
Against that blacke-mouthed Deuill, against Letters, and Gold,
And against a iealous Wife I doe vphold,
Thus farre her reputation, I could sooner
Shake the Appenine, and crumble Rockes to dust,
Then (tho Ioues showre rayned downe) tempt her to lust.

Bel.
What shall I say?

Hee discouers himselfe.
Orl.

Say thou art not a Whore, and that's more then
fifteene women (amongst fiue hundred) dare sweare without
lying: this shalt thou say, no let mee say't for thee; thy
Husband's a Knaue, this Lord's an honest Man; thou art no
Puncke, this Lady's a right Lady. Pacheco is a Thiefe as his
Master is, but old Orlando is a true a man as thy Father is:
I ha seene you flie hie, sir, & I ha seene you flie low, sit, and to
keepe you from the Gallowes, sir, a blue Coat haue I worne,
and a Thiefe did I turne, mine owne men are the Pedlers, my

twenty pound did 'flie hie, sir, your wiues Gowne did flie
low, sir: whither flie you now, sir? you ha scap'd the Gallowes,
to the Deuill you flie next, sir. Am I right, my Liege?

Duke

Your Father has the true Phisicion plaid.

Mat.

And I am now his Patient.

Hip.

And be so still, 'tis a good signe when our cheekes
blush at ill.

Const.
The Linnen Draper (Signior Candido)
He whom the Citty tearmes the Patient man,
Is likewise here for buying of those Lawnes
The Pedlers lost.

Infæ.
Alas good Candido.

Exit. Constable.
Duke
Fetch him: and when these payments vp are cast,
Weigh out your light Gold, but let's haue them last.