_The._ Then my young Sir know, since our first acquaintance Induc'd by circumstances that deceive not To clear some doubts I have; nay blush not Signior, I have beheld ye narrowly: more blushes. Sir, ye give me so much light, I find ye A thing confest already: yet more blushes? You would ill cover an offence might sink ye That cannot hide your self; why do ye shake so? I mean no trouble to ye; this fair hand Was never made for hardness, nor those eies (Come do not hide 'em,) for rough objects, harke ye, Ye have betraid your self, that sigh confirms me; Another? and a third too? then I see These boys cloths do but pinch ye, come, be liberal, Ye have found a friend that has found you, disguise not That loaden soul that labors to be open: Now you must weep, I know it, for I see Your eies down laden to the lids, another Manifest token that my doubts are perfect; Yet I have found a greater; tell me this Why were these holes left open, there was an error, A foul one my _Francisco_, have I caught ye? Oh pretty Sir, the custom of our Countrey Allows men none in this place: Now the show'r comes. _Leo._ Oh Signior _Theodoro_. _Theo._ This sorrow shows so sweetly I cannot choose but keep it company: Take truce and speak Sir: and I charge your goodness By all those perfect hopes that point at virtue By that remembrance these fair tears are shed for, If any sad misfortune have thus form'd ye, That either care or counsel may redeem, Pain, purse, or any thing within the power And honor of free gentlemen, reveal it, And have our labors. _Leo._ I have found ye noble And ye shall find me true; your doubts are certain, Nor dare I more dissemble; I am a woman, The great example of a wretched woman. Here you must give me leave to shew my sex; And now to make ye know how much your credit Has won upon my soul, so it please your patience, I'll tell you my unfortunate sad story. _Theo._ Sit down and say on Lady: