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PRINCE.

Ha, what art thou, that thus rude and boldy darest

Take notice of a wretch much ally'd

To misery as I am?

CLOWN.

Nay, Sir, for our aliance, I shall be found to be a poor brother in

Law of your worships: the Gentlewoman you spake on is my sister:

you see whata claw she spreads; her name is Jane Go-too't.

I am her elder, but she has been at it before me; 'tis a womans fault.

- Pox a this bashfulness! come forward, Jug, prethee, speak to him.

PRINCE.

Have you e're seen me, Lady?

CLOWN.

See ye? ha, ha! It seems she has felt you too: here's a yong Go-too't

a coming, sir; she is my sister; we all love to Go-too't, as well as

your worship. She's a Maid yet, but you make make her a wife,

when you please, sir.

PRINCE.

I am amaz'd with wonder: Tell me, woman,

What sin have you committed worthy this?

JOAN.

Do you not know me, sir?

PRINCE.

Know thee! as I do thunder, hell, and mischief;

Witch, scullion, hag!

CLOWN.

I see he wll marry her; he speaks so like a husband.

PRINCE.

Death! I will cut their tongues out for ths blasphemy.

Strumpet, villain, where have you ever seen me?

CLOWN.

Speak for yourself, with a pox to ye.

PRINCE.

Slaves, Ile make you curse your selves for this temptation.

JOAN.

Oh, sir, if ever you did speak to me, it was in smoother phrase,

in fairer language.

PRINCE.

Lightning consume me, if I ever saw thee.

My rage o'reflowes my blood, all patience flies me. (Beats HER).

CLOWN.

Hold, I beseech you sir, I have nothing to say to you.

JOAN.

Help, help! murder, murder!

Enter TOCLIO And OSWOLD.

TOCLIO.

Make haste, Sir, this way the sound came, it was a (th') wood.

OSWOLD.

See where she is, and the Prince, the price of all our wishes.

CLOWN.

The Prince, say ye? ha's made a poor Subject of me, I am sure.

TOCLIO.

Sweet Prince, noble Uter, speak, how fare you, sir?

OSWOLD.

Dear sir, recal your self; your fearful absence

Hath won too much already on the grief

Of our sad King, from whom our laboring search

Hath had this fair success in meeting you.

TOCLIO.

His silence and his looks argue distraction.

CLOWN.

Nay, he's mad, sure, he will not acknowledge my sister, nor the childe

neither.

OSWOLD.

Let us entreat your Grace along with us;

Your sight will bring new life to the King your Brother.

TOCLIO.

Will you go, sir?

PRINCE.

Yes, any whether; guide me, all's hell I see;

Mam may change air, but not his mistery.

(Exit PRINCE, TOCLIO)

JOAN.

Lend me one word with you, sir.

CLOWN.

Well said, sister, he has a Feather, and fair Hangers too,

this may be he.

OSWOLD.

What would you, fair one?

JOAN.

Sure, I have seen you in these woods e're this.

OSWOLD.

Trust me, never; I never saw this place,

Till at this time my friend conducted me.

JOAN.

The more's my sorrow then.

OSWOLD.

Would I could comfort you.

I am a Bachelor, but it seems you have

A husband, you have beenfouly o'reshot else.

CLOWN.

A womans fault, we are all subject to go to't, sir.

Enter TOCLIO.

TOCLIO.

Oswold, away; the prince will not stir a foot without you.

OSWOLD.

I am coming. Farewel, woman.

TOCLIO.

Prithee, make haste.

(Exit OSWOLD).

JOAN.

Good sir, but one word with you, e're you leave us.

TOCLIO.

With me, fair soul?

CLOWN.

Shee'l have a fling at him too; the Childe must have a Father.

JOAN.

Have you ne'er seen me, sir?

TOCLIO.

Seen thee? 'Sfoot, I have seen many fair faces in my time: prithee,

look up, and do not weep so. Sure, pretty wanton, I have seen this

face before.

JOAN.

It is enough, though you ne're see me more. (Sinks Down).

TOCLIO.

'Sfoot, she's faln: this palce is inchanted, sure; look to the woman, fellow. (Exit)

CLOWN.

Oh, she's dead, she's dead! As you are a man, stay and help, sir.

- Joan, Joan, sister Joan, why, Joan Go-too't, I say; will you cast

away your self, and your childe, and me too? what do, you mean, sister?

JOAN.

Oh, give me pardon, sir; 'twas too much joy

Opprest my loving thoughts; I know you were

Too noble to deny me