Jac. For my part, I feel a certain qualm upon my heart, which makes me believe I am breeding love to one of them.
Theo. How, love, Jacintha! in so short a time? Cupid's arrow was well feathered, to reach you so suddenly.
Jac. Faith, as good at first as at last, sister; 'tis a thing that must be done, and therefore 'tis best dispatching it out o'the way.
Theo. But you do not mean to tell him so, whom you love?
Jac. Why should I keep myself and servant in pain, for that which may be cured at a day's warning?
Beat. My lady tells you true, madam; long tedious courtship may be proper for cold countries, where their frosts are long a thawing; but, heaven be praised, we live in a warm climate.
Theo. The truth is, in other countries they have opportunities of courtship, which we have not; they are not mewed up with double locks and grated windows; but may receive addresses at their leisure.
Jac. But our love here is like our grass; if it be not mowed quickly, 'tis burnt up.
Enter Bellamy, Wildblood, and Maskall: They look about them.