Dem. The Devil fetch her.
Cel. 'Tis ev'n the merriest wench—
Dem. Did she keep with ye too?
Cel. She was all in all; my bed-fellow, eat with me, Brought me acquainted.
Dem. You are well know[n] here then?
Cel. There is no living here a stranger I think.
Dem. How came ye by this brave gown?
Cel. This is a poor one:
Alas, I have twenty richer: do you see these jewels?
Why, they are the poorest things, to those are sent me,
And sent me hourly too.
Dem. Is there no modestie? No faith in this fair Sex?
Leo. What will this prove too? For yet with all my wits, I understand not.