Herc. Excellent! this piece of stuff is good on both sides; he is so constant, he will not change his phrase.
Gar. But shall I give faith? may you not love another?
Nym. Another? Can any man love another that knows you,—the only perfection of your sex, and admiration of mankind? 120
Gar. Your speech flies too high for your meaning to follow, yet my mistrust shall not precede my experience: I wrought this favour for you.
Nym. The integrity and only vow of my faith to you; ever urge your well-deserved requital to me.
[Exit Garbetza.
Herc. Why, this is pure wit, nay, judgment.
Nym. Why, look thee, Fawn, observe me.
Herc. I do, sir.
Nym. I do love at this instant some nineteen ladies,