“Harl. None but my wife and my selfe, sir.
“Kemp. Your wife! why, hearke you; wil your wife do tricks in publike?
“Harl. My wife can play.
“Kemp. The honest woman, I make no question; but how if we cast a whores part or a courtisan?
“Harl. Oh, my wife is excellent at that; she’s practisd it euer since I married her, tis her onely practise.
“Kemp. But, by your leaue, and she were my wife, I had rather keepe her out of practise a great deale.
“Sir Anth.
Yet since tis the custome of the countrie,
Prithe make one, conclude vpon the proiect:
We neither looke for Schollership nor Arte,
But harmlesse mirth, for thats thy vsuall part.
“Kemp. You shall finde me no turne-coate. [Exit Sir Anth.] But the proiect, come; and then to casting of the parts.
“Harl. Marry, sir, first we will haue an old Pantaloune.