Ver. No Sir, I am a poor disguis'd Lady,
That like a Page have followed you full long for love god-wot.
Omnes. A Lady—Laverdine—yes, yes, 'tis a Lady.
Mont. It may be so, and yet we have lain together,
But by my troth I never found her, Lady.
L. Orl. Why wore you boys cloaths?
Ver. I'll tell you, Madam,
I took example by two or three Plays, that methought
Concerned me.
Mont. Why made you not me acquainted with it?
Ver. Indeed Sir, I knew it not my self,
Until this Gentleman open'd my dull eyes,
And by perswasion made me see it.
Ami. Could his power in words make such a change?
Ver. Yes, as truly woman as your self, my Lord.
Lav. Why, but hark you, are not you a woman?