Le. You prayse him highly, ha’s he ne’r a name?
Lis. Yes, is’t my Lord Nicanor.
Le. Oh, is’t he?
His gray head shewes his wisdomes grauitie:
And are you made his Agent,
His Aduocate, to play the spokesman? Fie.
Lis. Daughter, this is a worke of Charitie,
A holy action to combine in one:
Two different hearts in holy Vnion.
Le. Frier, no more.