e,
That spoil'd his Chamblet breeches; and one night
I strew'd the stairs with pease, as he past down;
And the good Gentleman (woe worth me for't)
Ev'n with this reverend head, this head of wisdom,
Told two and twenty stairs, good and true;
Mist not a step, and as we say, verbatim
Fell to the bottom, broke his casting Bottle,
Lost a fair Toad-stone, of some eighteen shillings,
Jumbled his Joynts together, had two stools,
And was translated. All this villany
Did I: I Livia, I alone, untaught.

[Pg 81]Mor.   And I unask'd, forgive it.

Liv.   Where's Byancha?

Bya.   Here Cosin.

Liv.   Give me drink.

Bya.   There.

Liv.   Who's that?

Mor.   Rowland.

Liv.   Oh my dissembler, you and I must part.
Come nearer, Sir.

Row.   I am sorry for your sickness.

Liv.   Be sorry for your self, Sir, you have wrong'd me,
But I forgive you; are the Papers ready?

Bya.   I have 'em here: wilt please you view 'em?

Petro.   Yes.

Liv.   Shew 'em the young man too, I know he's willing
To shift his sails too: 'tis for his more advancement;
Alas, we might have begger'd one another;
We are young both, and a world of children
Might have been left behind to curse our follies:
We had been undone Byancha, had we married,
Undone for ever, I confess I lov'd him,
I care not who shall know it, most intirely;
And once, upon my conscience, he lov'd me;
But farewel that, we must be wiser, cosin,
Love must no