Of's vysytatyon, then it needs must followe
That thys prevayld not with hym. And what then?
Why, then my syster, as all weomen ells,
Seeinge her selfe neglected in her lust,
Thought any ill way to obtayne it just.

_Did_. A strange presumptyon.

_Gan_. Yet a lyttill further.
It is resolvd that my systers onlye ende
Was to enjoy _Rychard_ unlawfullye:
Howe might a fallinge out twyxt hym & me
Assyst the ende (for such a thynge she causd)?
How?
What a dull slave am I! why twas as muche
As the untyinge of hys codpeyce poynte,
Almost the _rem in re_! for whyle he stoode
Constant to my dyrectyons all was well,
But, those abandond, then,--harte! I am madd:
I pray thee, _Diddier_, helpe me to cursse
Me & my rashnes, that so curbd my reason
I would not heare hym speake but put hym strayght
To everlastynge sylence.

_Did_. No, my lorde,
Letts cursse the lust of woman.

_Gan_. Well rememberd.

_Did_. And yet there is a heavye one prepard