Unc. With a Gentlewoman the widow's sister, as I live he smiles, he has got good hold, why well said Frank i'faith, let's stay and mark.
Isab. Well, you are the prettiest youth, and so you have handled me, think you ha' me sure.
Fran. As sure as wedlock.
Isab. You had best lie with me too.
Fran. Yes indeed will I, and get such black ey'd boyes.
Unc. God a Mercy, Frank.
Isab. This is a merrie world, poor simple Gentlewomen that think no harm, cannot walk about their business, but they must be catcht up I know not how.
Fran. I'le tell you, and I'le instruct ye too, have I caught you, Mistress?
Isab. Well, and it were not for pure pity, I would give you the slip yet, but being as it is.
Fran. It shall be better.