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

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

_Evad_. Push!

_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.