Sam. To pay him with a project;
Watch him too, I would wish ye; prithee tell me,
Dost thou affect these women still?
Hyl. Yes, 'faith, Sam,
I love 'em ev'n as well as e'r I did,
Nay, if my brains were beaten out, I must to 'em.
Sam. Dost thou love any woman?
Hyl. Any woman
Of what degree or calling.
Sam. Of any age too?
Hyl. Of any age, from fourscore to fourteen, Boy,
Of any fashion.
Sam. And defect too?
Hyl. Right,
For those I love to lead me to repentance;
A woman with no Nose, after my surquedry,
Shews like King Philip's Moral, Memento mori;
And she that has a wooden leg, demonstrates
Like Hypocrites, we halt before the gallows;
An old one with one tooth, seems to say to us,
Sweets meats have sowr sauce; she that's full of aches,
Crum not your Bread before you taste your Porridge,
And many morals we may find.
Sam. 'Tis well, Sir,
Ye make so worthy uses; but quid igitur,
What shall we now determine?
Hyl. Let's consider
An hour or two how I may fit this fellow.