Wid. No by my troth, and yet I could say more too, for when men make me angry, I am miserable.
Val. Sure 'tis a man, she could not bear it thus bravely else, it may be I am tedious.
Wid. Not at all, Sir, I am content at this time you should trouble me.
Val. You are distrustful.
Wid. Where I find no truth, Sir.
Val. Come, come, you are full of passion.
Wid. Some I have, I were too near the nature o' God else.
Val. You are monstrous peevish.
Wid. Because they are monstrous foolish, and know not how to use that should try me.
Val. I was never answered thus; were you never drunk Lady?