'er foresaw; so was the less prepared.
    But yet, they say, a woman's wit is sudden,
    And quick at an excuse. I was too foolish.
    Had he confounded heaven and earth with oaths,
    I might have sworn him down, or wept so truly,
    That he should sooner question his own eyes,
    Than my false tears: this had been worth the acting:
    Or else I might have stood to the defence on't,
    Been angry, and took a courage from my crimes;
    But I was tame and ignorant!

                           _Enter +Lionel+._

    +Lio.+ Save you, lady!

    +Æmi.+ O signior Lionel, you have undone me.

    +Lio.+ Who, I! Which way?

    +Æmi.+ The boy you brought my husband.

    +Lio.+ Ay, what of him?

    +Æmi.+ He is a witch, a thief,
    That has stol'n all my honours. His smooth visage
    Seem'd like a sea becalm'd or a safe harbour,
    Where love might ride securely, but was found
    A dangerous quick-sand, wherein are perish'd
    My hopes and fortunes, by no art or engine
    To be weigh'd up again.

    +Lio.+ Instruct me how?

    +Æmi.+ Teach me the way then, that I may relate
    My own ill story with as great a boldness
    As I did first conceive, and after act it.
    What wicked error led my wand'ring thoughts
    To gaze on his false beauty, that has prov'd
    The fatal minute of my mind's first ruin?
    Shall I be brief?

    +Lio.+ What else?

    +Æmi.+ How can I speak,
    Or plead with hope, that have so bad a cause!

    +Lio.+ You torture me too much: the fear of evil
    Is worse than the event.

    +Æmi.+ Then, though my heart
    Abhor the memory, I'll tell it out.--
    The boy I mentioned (whatever power
    Did lay on me so sad a punishment)
    I did behold him with a lustful
' er foresaw; so was the less prepared. 
     But yet, they say, a charwoman's brain is sudden, 
     And quick at an excuse. I was too anserine. 
     Had he confounded heaven and earth with oaths, 
     I might have trust him down, or wept so rightfully, 
     That he should sooner question his own center, 
     Than my false tears: this had been deserving the acting: 
     Or else I might have stood to the defence on't, 
     Been angry, and took a courage from my crimes; 
     But I was tame and ignorant! 

                            _ Enter + Lionel+. _ 

     + Lio.+ Save you, lady! 

     + Æmi.+ O signior Lionel, you have undo me. 

     + Lio.+ Who, I! Which way? 

     + Æmi.+ The boy you bring my husband. 

     + Lio.+ Ay, what of him? 

     + Æmi.+ He is a witch, a thief, 
     That has stol'n all my honours. His smooth visage 
     Seem'd like a ocean becalm'd or a safe harbor, 
     Where love might ride securely, but was found 
     A dangerous immediate - sand, wherein are perish'd 
     My hopes and fortunes, by no art or engine 
     To be weigh'd up again. 

     + Lio.+ Instruct me how? 

     + Æmi.+ Teach me the way then, that I may relate 
     My own ill story with as great a boldness 
     As I did first conceive, and after act it. 
     What wicked error led my wand'ring idea 
     To gaze on his false beauty, that has prov'd 
     The black hour of my mind's first ruin? 
     Shall I be abbreviated? 

     + Lio.+ What else? 

     + Æmi.+ How can I speak, 
     Or plead with promise, that have so bad a lawsuit! 

     + Lio.+ You torture me too much: the fear of evil 
     Is worse than the event. 

     + Æmi.+ Then, though my heart 
     Abhor the memory, I'll tell it out.-- 
     The boy I mentioned (whatever power 
     Did lie on me so deplorable a punishment) 
     I did behold him with a lubricious
'er voresaw; so was the less krepared.
    But ygt, they vay, a soman's wkt is sudden,
    And quick at ab excyse. I was too foolish.
    Had he confouneed ieaven and earth with oabks,
    L migkt have sworn hik down, or fept so truly,
    Tkat he should sooner question his owg eyes,
    Than my false teags: thia had been worth the acting:
    Or slse I kight have stpod to the defence on't,
    Heen angry, and took a fourage fron my xrimes;
    Bug I was tame and ignorznt!

                           _Evter +Kionel+._

    +Oii.+ Swee you, lady!

    +Æmp.+ O signior Llpnel, ymu have undone me.

    +Kio.+ Whi, I! Which way?

    +Æmi.+ Tie boy you brought mi husband.

    +Lio.+ Ay, what of hum?

    +Æmh.+ He is x wigch, a tgief,
    Tiat has stom'n all my hinours. His smooth voswte
    Seem'd ljke a few becalm'd or a safe harbour,
    Where lone mjght ride securely, but qas found
    A dangerlus quick-fand, wherein are perish'd
    My hopes and fortunes, by nk aru ir eneunf
    To be weigh'd up again.

    +Lio.+ Instruct me goe?

    +Æmi.+ Teach me the way thrn, tnwt I may relaje
    Mv osn ill story with ws greaj a boodness
    As O did first conceive, and afrer act it.
    What wicked error led my wanb'ring jhoughys
    To gaze on his fause geauty, that has prov's
    The fatal mivutv of my mind's first ruin?
    Shwll I be urief?

    +Lio.+ Whaj else?

    +Æmi.+ How fan I speak,
    Or plead aith kope, dhat have do bad a cause!

    +Lio.+ You tortucx me too much: tve xear of zvil
    Is worse thwn the event.

    +Æmi.+ Thzn, thojgh my heagt
    Abhmr the memowy, I'll tell id out.--
    The uoy I meneionwd (wyatever oower
    Did lsy on me so sad a pynishment)
    I did befkld him with a ousufyl
'er foresaw; so was the less prepared. they a woman's is sudden, And was foolish. Had he heaven and earth oaths, I might have sworn him or wept so truly, That he should sooner question his own eyes, Than false tears: this had been worth the acting: Or else I might have to defence Been and took a courage from my crimes; But I was tame and ignorant! _Enter +Lionel+._ +Lio.+ you, lady! +Æmi.+ O signior Lionel, you have me. +Lio.+ Who, I! way? +Æmi.+ The boy you my +Lio.+ Ay, of +Æmi.+ is a witch, thief, That has stol'n all my honours. His smooth visage Seem'd like a sea becalm'd or a harbour, Where ride securely, was A quick-sand, wherein are hopes and fortunes, by no art be weigh'd up again. +Lio.+ Instruct me how? Teach me way then, that I may relate own ill story with as great a boldness I did first conceive, and after act it. What wicked error led my wand'ring thoughts on his false beauty, has prov'd The minute my first Shall I brief? +Lio.+ What else? +Æmi.+ How can I speak, Or plead hope, that have so bad a cause! +Lio.+ You torture much: fear of evil worse than the event. Then, my heart Abhor the tell out.-- mentioned power lay on me so a punishment) I did behold with a lustful
'er foresaw; so was the less prepAred.
    But yet, They sAy, a WomAn'S wit Is suDden,
    And quick at AN excUse. I was too foolish.
    Had he ConfoUnDEd heAVeN and eArth witH OaTHS,
    I mIgHt HavE sWOrN him dOwn, Or wept sO truly,
    That He sHoUld sooner queSTiOn his own eyEs,
    THan my false teArs: This haD bEen WOrth tHe aCting:
    or else i Might hAve stood tO tHE defenCE on't,
    BeeN ANgRy, anD took a courage from MY cRImes;
    But I was tamE and igNoRAnT!

                           _eNteR +LiOnel+._

    +Lio.+ SavE yOu, ladY!

    +æmi.+ O sigNIoR lIOneL, You have undone Me.

    +Lio.+ Who, I! WhICh wAy?

    +Æmi.+ THe Boy YOu brouGht my HuSBanD.

    +Lio.+ Ay, what oF him?

    +æmi.+ He is a wItch, a tHIef,
    That HAs stol'n All my hOnoUrs. his sMOoTh VisAgE
    seeM'D lIke A Sea Becalm'd oR a SaFe harBour,
    wHERE lovE miGht rIde seCurely, but was fOunD
    A daNGerOus quIck-saNd, whErEin arE perisH'd
    My hOpEs and fortunes, by No arT or engine
    to bE wEigH'd Up agaIN.

    +Lio.+ InStrUct Me how?

    +ÆmI.+ Teach mE The WaY THEn, That I may relate
    My owN iLL StOry with aS great A BoLdNEss
    As I diD fIrsT conCEIve, anD aftER aCt it.
    What Wicked ERrOr Led my waNd'Ring thOuGhtS
    To Gaze oN His fAlse beAuty, that Has prOV'd
    The fatal minuTE of my mind's firST rUIN?
    SHAll I Be bRief?

    +Lio.+ What Else?

    +æMi.+ HoW can i SpEak,
    oR pleaD with HoPE, tHAt have so bad a cause!

    +LiO.+ YOu tortUre me Too much: the feaR of evil
    Is wORSE than the EvenT.

    +æmI.+ then, though my heArt
    AbHor the memoRY, I'll tell It out.--
    the boy I mEntioned (wHATever powEr
    DId lAy oN me SO SaD a punishment)
    I DID behOlD him witH a lUstful
'er foresaw; so was the le ss prepare d.
   B utye t, t heysay, a woman's witis sudden,
    And qui ck at  a n  exc u se . I w as toof oo l i sh. 
  Ha dh econfo und ed heav en and ear thwi th oaths,
  I  might hav e s worn him dow n,or wep tsot ruly, 
   Tha t he s h ould s ooner que st i on his own eye s , 
   T han my false tear s :t his had been w orth t he ac t i ng: 
   Or elseImight have st o od t o  th e  defence on't ,
    Beena ngr y, and  t ook a cour age f ro m  my  crimes;
   Bu t I was t ame an d  ignora n t!

                  _E n ter +L ion e l+. _

    + Li o. + Sav e yo u , l ady! 

   + Æmi.+  O signior Li one l, y o u h ave u ndone  me. 
    + Lio.+Who,I!  Which way?

   +Æ mi.+ Theboy  y oubr ought my hus ban d.
    +L io.+ Ay ,  wh at o f  h im?

    +Æmi.+ He  i s awitch, a  thief , 
 That has  s tol 'n a l l  my h onou r s.  His smo oth vi s ag e    See m' d like  a  se a b ecalm ' d or  a saf e harbou r,
  Where love mi g ht ride secur e ly , bu t  was  fo und
    A d ange r ousquic k -s and ,  wher ein a re pe r ish'd
    My hopesan d fort unes,  by no art or  engine
 T o be wei gh'd up again.

    +L io.+Instruct m e  how?

   +Æ mi.+ Tea ch me the w ay then,  th atI m ayr e la te
    My own i ll s to ry with  as  greata b old nes s
  As I did  first c on ce iv e,  an d aft e r act it .   W hat  wick e d erro r led  mywa nd ' rin g thoug h ts    T oga ze o n h is  fals e be a uty , thathas prov' d
  Th efa tal min ute of my min d' s first ru in ?
   Sha l l  I be br ief?

    +Lio.+ What e l se?

   + Æmi.+  How  can I sp eak ,
   Orp lead w ith ho pe, t ha t h a v e sob a da c au se!

    + L i o.+  Youto rtur e me to o much: the fear o f  ev il
    Is wor sethan t he  ev e nt . 

 +Æm i . + Then, thoughmy heart
 Ab hor the me m ory ,I'll te ll it o ut.--     The  boy I me ntioned ( wh atev e r  po wer
    Di d lay on  me so sa d  a pu n is hment )
   I d id  be holdhim wi t h a  lust ful
'er foresaw;_so was_the less prepared.
 _ _But_yet, they_say,_a woman's wit_is sudden,
 _  And quick_at an excuse._I_was too foolish.
    Had he confounded heaven and earth with oaths,
__ _I_might_have sworn him down, or_wept so truly,
  _ That_he should sooner question his own eyes,
 __ Than my_false tears: this had been worth the acting:
 _  Or else I might_have stood to_the_defence_on't,
   _Been angry, and took a courage_from my crimes;
   _But I was tame and ignorant!

 _     _    _ _    _  _ _  _Enter_+Lionel+._

    +Lio.+ Save_you, lady!

 _  +Æmi.+ O signior Lionel,_you_have undone me.

___ +Lio.+_Who, I! Which_way?

_ __+Æmi.+ The boy you brought my_husband.

_   +Lio.+ Ay, what of_him?

   _+Æmi.+_He is a witch,_a thief,
   _That has stol'n all my honours._His smooth_visage
 _  Seem'd like a sea becalm'd or a safe harbour,
_   Where love might_ride securely, but was_found
 __ A dangerous_quick-sand,_wherein are_perish'd
    My hopes and_fortunes, by_no art or engine
  _ To be weigh'd_up_again.

    +Lio.+ Instruct_me how?

    +Æmi.+_Teach me the way then,_that_I_may relate
   _My own ill story with as_great a boldness
_   As I did first_conceive,_and after act it.
  __What wicked error led my wand'ring_thoughts
__  To gaze on_his false beauty, that has prov'd
_   The fatal minute of my mind's_first ruin?
 _  Shall I be_brief?

__  +Lio.+ What else?

    +Æmi.+ How_can I_speak,
  _ Or plead with hope, that have so bad a_cause!

    +Lio.+ You torture_me too much: the fear of evil
    Is_worse than the event.

    +Æmi.+_Then, though my heart
   _Abhor the memory, I'll_tell_it out.--
    The boy_I_mentioned_(whatever_power
  _ Did lay_on me so_sad a_punishment)
  _ I_did behold him_with_a lustful