Isab. Madam, you are the same to a hair;
Wou’d I might never stir
If I can do any thing but wonder.
Clar. But hark, Isabella, if thou shou’dst have
Heard amiss, and that thy information should not be good,
Thou hast defeated us of a design,
Wherein we promise our selves no little pleasure.
Ism. Yes, I vow, all the Jest is lost if it be so.
Isab. I doubt ’twill be a true Jest on your side. Aside.
—I warrant you, Madam, my Intelligence is good;