La. Beshrew me, but at first, she took me much,
Is she not like Maria? setting aside
Her language very like her, and I love her
The better for't, I prethee call her hither,
She speaks feat English.
Nur. Why Guennith, Guennith, du hummah Guennith.
She is course Madam, after her countrey guise,
And were she in fine cloths—
La. I'll have her handsome:
Enter Maria.
What part of Wales were you born in?
Ma. In Abehundis Mada[ms].
Nur. She speaks that name in Welsh, which we call Brecknock.
La. What can you do?
Ma. Her was toe many tings in Walls, know not the fashion in Londons; her was milk the Cows, make seeze and butters, and spin very well the Welsh freeze, her was Cooke to te Mountain Cots, and sing very fine prittish tunes, was mage good ales and breds, and her know to dance on Sundays, marge you now Madams.
La. A pretty innocence, I do like her infinitely, Nurse,
And if I live—