Pal. She lov'd a black-hair'd man.
Arc. She did so; well Sir.
Pal. And I have heard some call him Arcite; an.
Arc. Out with't faith.
Pal. She met him in an Arbor:
What did she there Cuz? play o'the virginals?
Arc. Something she did Sir.
Pal. Made her groan a Month for't; or 2. or 3. or 10.
Arc. The Marshals Sister,
Had her share too, as I remember Cosen,
Else there be tales abroad, you'll pledge her?
Pal. Yes.
Arc. A pretty brown wench 'tis: There was a time
When young men went a hunting, and a wood,
And a broad beech: and thereby hangs a tale: heigh ho.