Isab. And for me further to be acquainted with it besides the imputation of vain glory, were greedy thankings of my self, I did it not to be more affected to; I did it, and if it happened where I thought it fitted, I have my end; more to enquire is curious in either of us, more than that suspicious.
Fran. But gentle Lady, 'twill be necessary.
Isab. About the right way nothing, do not fright it, being to pious use and tender sighted, with the blown face of Complements, it blasts it; had you not come at all, but thought thanks, it had been too much, 'twas not to see your person.
Wid. A brave dissembling Rogue, and how she carries it!
Isa. Though I believe few handsomer; or hear you, though I affect a good tongue well; or try you, though my years desire a friend, that I relieved you.
Wid. A plaguie cunning quean.
Isab. For so I carried it, my end's too glorious in mine eyes, and bettered the goodness I propounded with opinion.
Wid. Fear her not, Sir.
Isa. You cannot catch me, Sister.
Fran. Will you both teach, and tie my tongue up Lady?