Lady. And this is she you are to marry, is’t not?

Elder Lo. Yes indeed is’t.

Lady. God give you joy.

Elder Lo. Amen.

Wel. I thank yo[u], as unknown for your good wish.  The like to you when ever you shall wed.

Elder Lo. O gentle Spirit!

Lady. You thank me?  I pray Keep your breath nearer you, I do not like it.

Wel. I would not willingly offend at all, Much less a Lady of your worthie parts.

Elder Lo. Sweet, Sweet!

La. I do not think this woman can by nature be thus, Thus ugly; sure she’s some common Strumpet, Deform’d with exercise of sin?

Wel. O Sir believe not this, for Heaven so comfort me as I am free from foul pollution with any man; my honour ta’ne away, I am no woman.

Elder Lo. Arise my dearest Soul; I do not credit it.  Alas, I fear her tender heart will break with this reproach; fie that you know no more civility to a weak Virgin.  ’Tis no matter Sweet, let her say what she will, thou art not worse to me, and therefore not at all; be careless.

Wel. For all things else I would, but for mine honor; Me thinks.

Elder Lo. Alas, thine honour is not stain’d, Is this the business that you sent for me about?

Mar. Faith Sister you are much to blame, to use a woman, whatsoe’re she be, thus; I’le salute her:  You are welcome hither.

Wel. I humbly thank you.

Elder Lo. Milde yet as the Dove, for all these injuries.  Come shall we goe, I love thee not so ill to keep thee here a jesting stock.  Adue to the worlds end.

Lady. Why whither now?

Elder Lo. Nay you shall never know, because you shall not find me.

Lady. I pray let me speak with you.

Elder Lo. ’Tis very well:  come.

Lady. I pray you let me speak with you.

Elder Lo. Yes for another mock.

Lady. By Heaven I have no mocks:  good Sir a word.

Elder Lo. Though you deserve not so much at my hands, yet if you be in such earnest, I’le speak a word with you; but I beseech you be brief:  for in good faith there’s a Parson and a licence stay for us i’th’ Church all this while:  and you know ’tis night.

Lady. Sir, give me hearing patiently, and whatsoever I have heretofore spoke jestingly, forget:  for as I hope for mercy any where, what I shall utter now is from my heart, and as I mean.

Elder Lo. Well, well, what do you mean?

Lady. Was not I once your Mistress, and you my Servant?

Elder Lo. O ’tis about the old matter.

Lady. Nay good Sir stay me out; I would but hear you excuse your self, why you should take this woman, and leave me.

Elder Lo. Prethee why not, deserves she not as much as you?