Part 9 (1/2)

_Evad_. They'l mock me.

_Amint_. Faith thou shalt come in.

[_Enter Evadne_.

_Mel_. Good morrow Sister; he that understands Whom you have wed, need not to wish you joy.

You have enough, take heed you be not proud.

_Diph_. O Sister, what have you done!

_Evad_. I done! why, what have I done?

_Strat_. My Lord _Amintor_ swears you are no Maid now.

_Evad_. Pus.h.!.+

_Strat_. I faith he does.

_Evad_. I knew I should be mockt.

_Diph_. With a truth.

_Evad_. If 'twere to do again, in faith I would not marry.

_Amint_. Not I by Heaven.

[_Aside_.

_Diph_. Sister, Dula swears she heard you cry two rooms off.

_Evad_. Fie how you talk!

_Diph_. Let's see you walk.

_Evad_. By my troth y'are spoil'd.

_Mel_. _Amintor_!

_Amint_. Ha!

_Mel_. Thou art sad.

_Amint_. Who I? I thank you for that, shall _Diphilus_, thou and I sing a catch?

_Mel_. How!

_Amint_. Prethee let's.

_Mel_. Nay, that's too much the other way.

_Amint_. I am so lightned with my happiness: how dost thou Love? kiss me.