Isab. I should be, or I am a very dull Scholar,
For I have lost the foolish Boy as many Darts,
As any Woman of my age in Florence.
Ism. Thou hast paid dear for thy knowledge then.
Isab. No, the [hurt ones] did, the other still made good, with very little
Pain on either side.
Ism. I must confess, I think it is not so hard to get
Wounds, as ’tis to get them cur’d again.
Isab. I am not of your opinion, nor ever saw that
Man who had not Faults to [Cure],