Leon. How do you know her age so just?
Leu. She told it me her self
Once when she went about to shew by reason
I should leave wooing her.
Leon. She stains the ripest Virgins of her age.
Leu. If I had sin'd with her, I would be loth
To publish her disgrace: but by my life
I would have told it you, because I think
You would have pardon'd me the rather:
And I will tell you father: By this light Sir,
(But that I never will bestow my self
But to your liking) if she now would have me,
I now would marry her.
Leon. How's that Leucippus!
Leu. Sir, will you pardon me one fault, which yet
I have not done, but had a will to do, and I will tell it?
Leon. Be't what it will I pardon thee.
Leu. I offered marriage to her.
Leon. Did she refuse it?
Leucip. With that earnestn[e]ss, and almost scorn
To think of any other after her lost Mate, that she
Made me think my self unworthy of her.