_Enter_ LADY COVET. LADY C. How do you, sir? SIR ARG. E'en as I may: You do not mean I shall be e'er the better For you. LADY C. How's this? I do not understand What you should mean. SIR ARG. You may, if you consider: But if you do not, I'll explain it to you. Have I deserv'd such dealing at your hands? LADY C. As what? SIR ARG. As that you should speak one thing to me And mean another; but I'll make it plainer; You seem'd to love me, and for love it seems, Thinking to marry me, have made away All your estate. LADY C. How's this? SIR ARG. Nay, 'tis too true, Or else your chaplain does you wrong. LADY C. O villain! SIR ARG. Nay, villain him no villains; is it so, Or not? FRUIT. If she deny it to you, sir, I can produce her hand, and have the deed. LADY C. O monstrous villany! O impudence! Can'st thou abuse me thus, that first of all Did'st counsel me to do it? FRUIT. I confess I gave you way, and for the time did wink At your false dealing; but at last my conscience Would not permit me to conceal it longer. I have discharg'd it now, and told the truth. SIR ARG. Twas well done of you, sir: well, I'll away. Madam, seek out some other man to cheat. For me you shall not. LADY. C. Stay, sir, my estate Shall still be good; the feoffees will be honest. FRUIT. Ay, that they will, to keep what is their own. LADY C. O monstrous wickedness! was e'er the like Heard of before? FRUIT. I know the feoffees' minds. _Enter_ FREEMAN, EUPHUES, BARNET, DOTTEREL, LADY WHIMSEY. FREE. How fare you, madam. Wherefore look you sadly At such a joyful time? LADY C. O Master Freeman, I am undone and ruin'd. FRUIT. No, good madam, We'll see you shall not want. FREE. How's this? FRUIT. You shall have a fair competence allow'd you. EUPH. What riddle have we here? LADY C. Out, thou ungracious, dissembling villain. FRUIT. An indifferent means Will keep your ladyship; for you are past Those vanities which younger ladies use: You need no gaudy clothes, no change of fashions, No paintings nor perfumes. EUPH. I would fain know the bottom of this. LADY W. Servant, can you discover What this should mean? DOT. No, mistress, I protest: With all the wit I have. FRUIT. And for your house, You shall have leave to stay here, till we have Provided for you. LADY C. O, my heart will break! EUPH. Here is the finest turn that e'er I saw. SIR ARG. I will resolve you, gentlemen. This lady, To cosen me in marriage, had (it seems) Pass'd her estate away: into what hands 'Tis fallen, I know not, nor I care not, I. FRUIT. 'Tis fallen into the hands of wise men, sir, That know how to make use of what is theirs.