Go, you and your
treacherous--I will not name it, but starve together. Perish.
FAIN. Not while you are worth a groat, indeed, my dear. Madam,
I'll be fooled no longer.
LADY. Ah, Mr. Mirabell, this is small comfort, the detection of
this affair.
MIRA. Oh, in good time. Your leave for the other offender and
penitent to appear, madam.
SCENE XII.
[To them] WAITWELL with a box of writings.
LADY. O Sir Rowland! Well, rascal?
WAIT. What your ladyship pleases. I have brought the black box at
last, madam.
MIRA. Give it me. Madam, you remember your promise.
LADY. Ay, dear sir.
MIRA. Where are the gentlemen?
WAIT. At hand, sir, rubbing their eyes,--just risen from sleep.
FAIN. 'Sdeath, what's this to me? I'll not wait your private
concerns.
SCENE XIII.
[To them] PETULANT, WITWOUD.
PET. How now? What's the matter? Whose hand's out?
WIT. Hey day! What, are you all got together, like players at the
end of the last act?
MIRA. You may remember, gentlemen, I once requested your hands as
witnesses to a certain parchment.
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