Cla. 'Tis most true,
In such a place I saw a Gentlewoman,
A young, sweet, handsome woman.
Pen. That's she, that's she Sir.
Cla. And well she view'd me, I view'd her.
Pen. Still she Sir.
Cla. At last she blush'd, and then look'd off.
Pen. That blush, Sir,
If you can read it truly—
Cla. But didst thou tell her,
Or didst thou fool me, thou knew'st such a one?
Pen. I told her, and I told her such a sweet tale—
Cla. But did she hear thee?
Pen. With a thousand ears, Sir,
And swallow'd what I said as greedily,
As great-belly'd women do Cherries, stones and all Sir.