Rod. Faith, if you have a Mistriss, would she heard you.
Mar. 'Twere but the vent'ring of my place, or swearing
I meant it but for argument, as Schoolmen
Dispute high questions.
Rod. What a world is this
When young men dare determine what those are
Age and the best experience ne'r could aim at.
Marc. They were thick ey'd then Sir; now the print is bigger
And they may read their fortunes without spectacles.
Rod. Did you ne'r love?
Mar. Faith yes, once after supper,
And the fit held till midnight.
Rod. Hot, or shaking.
Mar. To say true, both.
Rod. How did ye rid it?
Mar. Thus Sir,
I laid my hand upon my heart, and blest me
And then said over certain charms I had learn'd
Against mad dogs, for love and they are all one;
Last thought upon a windmil, and so slept,
And was well ever after.