_Otr._ A proud slight Peat I found ye, A fool (it may be too.) _Flo._ An honest woman, Good my Lord think me. _Otr._ And a base I [l]eave ye, So fare-ye-well. [_Exit._ [_Flo._ Blessing attend your Lordship; This is hot love, that vanisheth like vapors; His Ague's off, his burning fits are well quench'd, I thank heaven for't: his men, they will not force me.] _Enter_ Gerasto _and Servants_. _Ger._ What dost thou stay for? dost thou not know the way, Thou base unprovident whore? _Flo._ Good words, pray ye Gentlemen. _1 Ser._ Has my Lord smoak'd ye over, good-wife Miller? Is your Mill broken that you stand so useless? _2 Ser._ An impudent Quean, upon my life she is unwholsome Some base discarded thing my Lord has found her, He would not have turn'd her off o'th'sudden else. _Ger._ Now against every sack (my honest sweet heart) With every _Smig_ and _Smug_. _Flo._ I must be patient. _Ger._ And every greasie guest, and sweaty Rascall For his Royal hire between his fingers, Gentlewoman. _1 Ser._ I fear thou hast given my Lord the ---- thou damn'd thing. _2 Ser._ I have seen her in the Stewes. _Ger._ The knave her father Was Bawd to her there, and kept a Tipling house, You must even to it again: a modest function. _Flo._ If ye had honesty, ye would not use me Thus basely, wretchedly, though your Lord bid ye, But he that knows. _Ger._ Away thou carted impudence, You meat for every man: a little meal Flung in your face, makes ye appear so proud. _Flo._ This is inhumane. Let these tears persuade you, If ye be men, to use a poor girl better; I wrong not you, I am sure I call you Gentlemen. _Enter_ Otrante. _Otr._ What business is here? away, are not you gone yet? _Flo._ My Lord, this is not well: although you hate me, For what I know not; to let your people wrong me, Wrong me maliciously, and call me.-- _Otr._ Peace, And mark me what we say advisedly; Mark, as you love that that you call your credit; Yield now, or you are undone: your good name's perish'd Not all the world can buy your reputation; 'Tis sunk for ever else, these peoples tongues will poison ye Though you be white as innocence they'll taint ye, They will speak terrible and hideous things, And people in this age are prone to credit, They'll let fall nothing that may brand a woman, Consider this, and then be wise and tremble, Yield yet, and yet I'll save ye. _Flo._ How? _Otr._ I'll show ye, Their mouths I'll seal up, they shall speak no more But what is honorable and honest of ye, And Saintlike they shall worship ye: they are mine, And what I charge them _Florimell_.