Gallathea. And you with 'suppose'!
Phillida (aside). What doubtful speeches be these? I fear me he is as I am, a maiden.
Gallathea (aside). What dread riseth in my mind? I fear the boy to be as I am, a maiden.
Phillida (aside). Tush! it cannot be: his voice shows the contrary.
Gallathea (aside). Yet I do not think it—for he would then have blushed.
Phillida. Have you ever a sister?
Gallathea. If I had but one, my brother must needs have two; but, I pray, have you ever a one?
Phillida. My father had but one daughter, and therefore I could have no sister.
Gallathea (aside). Aye me! he is as I am, for his speeches be as mine are.
Phillida (aside). What shall I do? Either he is subtle, or my sex simple.... (to Gallathea) Come, let us into the grove and make much one of another, that cannot tell what to think one of another. [Exeunt.]