Can that thing call'd a Woman, stop your goodness?
Gos. Look there she is, deal with me as thou wilt now, Did'st ever see a fairer?
Cla. She is most goodly.
Gos. Pray ye stand still.
Ger. What ails my love?
Gos. Didst thou ever,
By the fair light of Heave[n], behold a sweeter?
O that thou knew'st but love, or ever felt him,
Look well, look narrowly upon her beauties.
1 Mer. Sure h'as some strange design in hand, he starts so.
2 Mer. This Beggar has a strong power over his pleasure.
Gos. View all her body,
Cla. 'Tis exact and excellent.