Mer. Good morrow, Madam.
Wid. Good morrow, Gentlemen.
Unc. Good joy and fortune.
Wid. These are good things, and worth my thanks, I thank you Sir.
Mer. Much joy I hope you'l find, we came to gratulate your new knit marriage-band.
Wid. How?
Unc. He's a Gentleman, although he be my kinsman, my fair Niece.
Wid. Niece, Sir?
Unc. Yes Lady, now I may say so, 'tis no shame to you, I say a Gentleman, and winking at some light fancies, which you most happily may affect him for, as bravely carried, as nobly bred and managed.
Wid. What's all this? I understand you not, what Niece, what marriage-knot?