Hip. Why, are there more fair women, sir, Besides that one I love?
Ferd. That's a strange question. There are many more, Besides that beauty which you love.
Hip. I will have all Of that kind, if there be a hundred of them.
Ferd. But, noble youth, you know not what you say.
Hip. Sir, they are things I love, I cannot be Without them!—O, how I rejoice!—More women!
Ferd. Sir, if you love, you must be tied to one.
Hip. Tied! How tied to her?
Ferd. To love none but her.
Hip. But, sir, I find it is against my nature. I must love where I like; and, I believe, I may like all,— All that are fair. Come, bring me to this woman, For I must have her.
Ferd. His simplicity Is such, that I can scarce be angry with him.— [Aside.