Ha. Be not offended maid.
La. How the wench blushes, she represents Marias loss to him.
Ma. Will the sentilman hurt her? pray you be her defences, was have mad phisnomies, is her troubled with Lunaticks in her prain pans, bless us awle.
Ha. Where had you this face?
Ma. Her faces be our none, I warrant her.
Ha. I wonot hurt you, all the lineaments
That built Maria up; all those springing beauties
Dwell on this thing, change but her tongue I know her:
Let me see your hand.
Ma. Du Guin. was never thieves, and robberies; here is no sindge in her hands warrant her.
Ha. Trust me, the self-same white,
And softness, prethee speak our English Dialect.
Ma. Ha leggs? what does her speage hard urds to her, to make poor Guenith ridicles, was no mannerly sentilman to abuse her.