Lady. Now fie upon thee, a beast would not have don't. I would not kiss thee of a month to gain a Kingdom.
Elder Lo. Marry you shall not be troubled.
Lady. Why was there ever such a Meg as this? Sure thou art mad.
Elder Lo. I was mad once, when I lov'd pictures; for what are shape and colours else, but pictures? in that tawnie hide there lies an endless mass of vertues, when all your red and white ones want it.
Lady. And this is she you are to marry, is't not?
Elder Lo. Yes indeed is't.
Lady. God give you joy.
Elder Lo. Amen.
Wel. I thank yo, as unknown for your good wish. The like to you when ever you shall wed.
Elder Lo. O gentle Spirit!