Thom. Mistress Alice,
I joy to see you, Lady.
Alice. Good Monsieur Thomas,
You're welcome from your travel; I am hasty,
A Gentleman lyes sick, Sir.
Thom. And how dost thou?
I must know, and I will know.
Alice. Excellent well,
As well as may be, thank ye.
Thom. I am glad on't,
And prithee hark.
Alice. I cannot stay.
Thom. A while, Alice.
Sam. Never look so narrowly, the mark's in her mouth still.
Hyl. I am looking at her legs, prithee be quiet.
Alice. I cannot stay.