Wild. A pretty Girl, did not old Algripe love her?
A very pretty Girl she was.
Lur. Some such thing,
But he was too wise to fasten; let her pass.
Wild. Then where's thy Mistriss?
Lur. Where you sha'not find her,
Nor know what stuff she is made on; no indeed Sir,
I choose her not for your use.
Wild. Sure she is handsome.
Lur. Yes indeed is she, she is very handsome, but that's all one.
Wild. You'll come to th' Marriage?
Lur. Is it to day.
Wild. Now, now, they are come from Church now.
Lur. Any great preparation,
Does Justice Algripe shew his power?