SCENE V.--_A Room in the Manor_.

_Enter_ Sir Francis Acton, Susan, Sir Charles Mountford, Cranwell, _and_ Malby; Jenkin _and_ Cicely _following them_.

Jenkin. O my mistress, my mistress, my poor mistress.

Cicely. Alas that ever I was born! what shall I do for my poor mistress?

Sir Charles Mountford. Why, what of her?

Jenkin. O Lord, sir, she no sooner heard that her brother and his friends were come to see how she did, but she, for very shame of her guilty conscience, fell into such a swoon, that we had much ado to get life into her.

Susan. Alas that she should bear so hard a fate! Pity it is repentance comes too late.

Sir Francis Acton. Is she so weak in body?

Jenkin. O sir, I can assure you there’s no hope of life in her, for she will take no sustenance: she hath plainly starved herself, and now she is as lean as a lath. She ever looks for the good hour. Many gentlemen and gentlewomen of the country are come to comfort her.

[_Exeunt_.