Onaelia, Neece to Medina, the Contracted Lady.

But weeps my kinde Neece for the wounds of my friendship?

And then shall Doctor Versey the physitian, Come to thee while her selfe is in my house, Whith whom as thou confer'st of thy disease, He bring my Neece with all the Lords, and Ladies Within your hearing, under fain'd pretext To shew the Pictures that hang neere thy Chamber; Where when thou hearst my voyce, know she is there, And therefore speake that which may stir her thoughts, And make her flie into thy opened armes.