would ever trust a man? Oh my heart aches for fear they should be
all deceitful alike.

CARE. You need not fear, madam, you have charms to fix inconstancy
itself.

LADY PLYANT. O dear, you make me blush.

LORD FROTH. Come, my dear, shall we take leave of my lord and lady?

CYNT. They'll wait upon your lordship presently.

LADY FROTH. Mr. Brisk, my coach shall set you down.

ALL. What's the matter? [A great shriek from the corner of the
stage.]


SCENE XXIII.


[To them] LADY TOUCHWOOD runs out affrighted, my lord after her,
like a parson.

LADY TOUCH. Oh, I'm betrayed. Save me, help me!

LORD TOUCH. Now what evasion, strumpet?

LADY TOUCH. Stand off, let me go.