Elder Lo. Shall I live to wrong that tender hearted Virgin so? It may not be.
Lady. Why may it not be?
Elder Lo. I swear I would rather marry thee than her: but yet mine honesty?
Lady. What honesty? 'Tis more preserv'd this way: Come, by this light, servant, thou shalt, I'le kiss thee on't.
Elder Lo. This kiss indeed is sweet, pray God no sin lie under it.
Lady. There is no sin at all, try but another.
Wel. O my heart!
Mar. Help Sister, this Lady swounds.
Elder Lo. How do you?
Wel. Why very well, if you be so.