Enter Warner and Mrs Christian to him.
Warn. There she is, sir; now I'll go to prepare her aunt.
[Exit.
Sir John. Sweet mistress, I am come to wait upon you.
Chr. Truly you are too good to wait on me.
Sir John. And in the condition of a suitor.
Chr. As how, forsooth?
Sir John. To be so happy as to marry you.
Chr. O Lord, I would not marry for any thing!
Sir John. Why? 'tis the honest end of womankind.
Chr. Twenty years hence, forsooth: I would not lie in bed with a man for a world, their beards will so prickle one.