Jul. A goodly woman.
Vir. Tell me my dear; and tell me without flattery,
As you are nobly honest, speak the truth;
What think you of this Lady?
Jul. She is most excellent.
Vir. Might not this beauty tell me it's a sweet one,
Without more setting off, as now it is,
Thanking no greater Mistress than meer nature,
Stagger a constant heart?
Pand. She is full of wonder;
But yet; yet Virolet.
Vir. Pray by your leave Sir!
Jul. She would amaze.
Vir. O! would she so? I thank you;
Say to this beauty, she have all additions,
Wealth, noble birth.
Pand. O hold there.
Vir. All virtues,
A mind as full of candor as the truth is,
I, and a loving Lady.