Lady. You thank me? I pray Keep your breath nearer you, I do not like it.
Wel. I would not willingly offend at all, Much less a Lady of your worthie parts.
Elder Lo. Sweet, Sweet!
La. I do not think this woman can by nature be thus, Thus ugly; sure she's some common Strumpet, Deform'd with exercise of sin?
Wel. O Sir believe not this, for Heaven so comfort me as I am free from foul pollution with any man; my honour ta'ne away, I am no woman.
Elder Lo. Arise my dearest Soul; I do not credit it. Alas, I fear her tender heart will break with this reproach; fie that you know no more civility to a weak Virgin. 'Tis no matter Sweet, let her say what she will, thou art not worse to me, and therefore not at all; be careless.
Wel. For all things else I would, but for mine honor; Me thinks.
Elder Lo. Alas, thine honour is not stain'd, Is this the business that you sent for me about?
Mar. Faith Sister you are much to blame, to use a woman, whatsoe're she be, thus; I'le salute her: You are welcome hither.
Wel. I humbly thank you.