BROTHER.
You must ev’n take it patiently.
IAILOR.
Tis true.
DAUGHTER.
Good ev’n, good men; pray, did you ever heare
Of one yong Palamon?
IAILOR.
Yes, wench, we know him.
DAUGHTER.
Is’t not a fine yong Gentleman?
IAILOR.
Tis Love.
BROTHER.
By no meane crosse her; she is then distemperd
Far worse then now she showes.
1. FRIEND.
Yes, he’s a fine man.
DAUGHTER.
O, is he so? you have a Sister?
1. FRIEND.
Yes.