Arch. What is love?
Cher. Love is I know not what, it comes I know not how, and goes I know not when.
Arch. Very well, an apt scholar. [Chucks her under the Chin.] Where does love enter?
Cher. Into the eyes.
Arch. And where go out?
Cher. I won't tell you.
Arch. What are the objects of that passion?
Cher. Youth, beauty, and clean linen.
Arch. The reason?
Cher. The two first are fashionable in nature, and the third at court.