a spirit, & is so cold of her kindnes.
Char. We are no windfalls, my lord; ye must
gather us with the ladder of matrimony, or we'l
hang till we be rotten.255
Mons. Indeed, that's the way to make ye right
openarses. But, alas, ye have no portions fit for
such husbands as we wish you.
Per. Portions, my lord! yes, and such portions
as your principality cannot purchase.260