Asca. You'll break your oath, on purpose to make the forfeit.
Hip. Your master is called—
Asca. Your lady is ycleped—
Hip. For decency, in all matters of love, the man should offer first, you know.
Asca. That needs not, when the damsel is so willing.
Hip. But I have sworn not to discover first, that her name is madam Lucretia; fair, as you see, to a miracle, and of a most charming conversation; of royal blood, and niece to his holiness; and, if she were not espoused to heaven, a mistress for a sovereign prince.
Asca. After these encomiums, 'twere vain for me to praise my master: He is only poor prince Frederick, otherwise called the prince of Mantua; liberal, and valiant, discreet and handsome, and, in my simple judgment, a fitter servant for your lady, than his old father, who is a sovereign.
Hip. Dare you make all this good, you have said of your master?
Asca. Yes, and as much more of myself to you.
Hip. I defy you upon't, as my lady's second.