SIR PAUL. O strange, what will become of me? I'm so amazed, and so
overjoyed, so afraid, and so sorry. But did you give me this letter
on purpose, he? Did you?

LADY PLYANT. Did I? Do you doubt me, Turk, Saracen? I have a
cousin that's a proctor in the Commons; I'll go to him instantly.

SIR PAUL. Hold, stay, I beseech your ladyship. I'm so overjoyed,
stay, I'll confess all.

LADY PLYANT. What will you confess, Jew?

SIR PAUL. Why, now, as I hope to be saved, I had no hand in this
letter--nay, hear me, I beseech your ladyship. The devil take me
now if he did not go beyond my commission. If I desired him to do
any more than speak a good word only just for me; gads-bud, only for
poor Sir Paul, I'm an Anabaptist, or a Jew, or what you please to
call me.

LADY PLYANT. Why, is not here matter of fact?

SIR PAUL. Ay, but by your own virtue and continency that matter of
fact is all his own doing. I confess I had a great desire to have
some honours conferred upon me, which lie all in your ladyship's
breast, and he being a well-spoken man, I desired him to intercede
for me.

LADY PLYANT. Did you so? presumption! Oh, he comes, the Tarquin
comes; I cannot bear his sight.