Wel. Do not you love me then?
Lady. Yes, for that face.
Wel. It is a good one Ladie.
Lady. Yes, if it were not warpt, the fire in time may mend it.
Wel. Me thinks yours is none of the best Ladie.
Lady. No by my troth Sir; yet o' my conscience, You would make shift with it.
Wel. Come pray no more of this.
Lady. I will not: Fare you well. Ho, who's within there? bring out the Gentlemans horses, he's in haste; and set some cold meat on the Table.
Wel. I have too much of that I thank you Ladie: take your Chamber when you please, there goes a black one with you Ladie.
Lady. Farewell young man. [Exit Ladie.