SCENE V.
Enter Hylas, and Sam.
Sam. Where hast thou been, man?
Hyl. Is there ne'r a shop open?
I'll give thee a pair of Gloves, Sam.
Sam. What's the matter?
Hyl. What dost thou think?
Sam. Thou art not married?
Hyl. By th' mass but I am, all to be married,
I am i'th' order now, Sam.
Sam. To whom prithee?
I thought there was some such trick in't, you stole from me,
But who, for Heavens sake?
Hyl. Ev'n the sweetest woman,
The rarest Woman, Samuel, and the lustiest,
But wondrous honest, honest as the ice, Boy,
Not a bit before hand, for my life, Sirrah,
And of a lusty kindred.