Wom. They could not be to one so fair.
Emil. Thou wouldst not.
Wom. I think I should not, Madam.
Emil. That's a good wench:
But take heed to your kindness though.
Wom. Why Madam?
Emil. Men are mad things.
Arcite. Will ye go forward, Cosin?
Emil. Canst not thou work such Flowers in Silk wench?
Wom. Yes.
Emil. I'll have a Gown full of 'em, and of these,
This is a pretty colour, wil't not do
Rarely upon a skirt wench?