Don. Is this your lady, Sir Amorous?
Sir Amor. It is; kiss her, fool.
Herod. You may kiss her now, she is married.
Sir Amor. So he might ha’ done before.
Don. In sober modesty, sir, I do not use to do it behind.
Herod. Good fool, be acquainted with this lady too; she’s of a very honest nature, I assure thee.
Don. I easily believe you, sir, for she hath a very vile[276] face, I assure you. 70
Gar. But what strange things does thy almanack speak of, good fool?
Don. That this year no child shall be begotten but shall have a true father.
Sir Amor. That’s good news, i’faith. I am glad I got my wife with child this year.