Mary. Here’s a proxy silver-tongue! Are you Mr. Marlowe?
Marlowe. Are you Mistress Fitton?
Mary. So we’ve heard of each other!
Marlowe. What have you heard of me?
Mary. That you were somebody’s brother-in-art! What have you heard of me?
Marlowe. That you were his sister-in-art.
Mary. A man’s sister! I’d as soon be a cold pudding! What did he say of his sister, brother?
Marlowe. That you brought him luck.
Mary. That he leaves behind him!
Marlowe. Like the blind man’s lucky sixpence that the Jew stole when he put a penny in his plate.