Val. How?
Unc. From your mortgage, which yet you may recover, I'le find the means.
Val. Pray save your labour Sir, my Brother and my self will run one fortune, and I think what I hold a meer vexation, cannot be safe for him, I love him better, he has wit at will, the world has means, he shall live without this trick of state, we are heirs both, and all the world before us.
Unc. My last offer, and then I am gone.
Val. What is't, and then I'le answer.
Unc. What think you of a wife yet to restore you, and tell me seriously without these trifles.
Val. And you can find one, that can please my fancy, you shall not find me stubborn.
Unc. Speak your Woman.
Val. One without eyes, that is, self commendations, for when they find they are handsom, they are unwholsome; one without ears, not giving time to flatterers, for she that hears her self commended, wavers, and points men out a way to make 'em wicked; one without substance of her self; that woman without the pleasure of her life, that's wanton; though she be young, forgetting it, though fair, making her glass the eyes of honest men, not her own admiration, all her ends obedience, all her hours new blessings, if there may be such a woman.
Unc. Yes there may be.