Miss. But is it sure and certain, say you, he's my Lord's own Brother?
Nurse. As sure, as he's your lawful Husband.
Miss. I'cod, if I had known that in time, I don't know but I might have kept him; For, between you and I, Nurse, he'd have made a Husband worth two of this I have. But which do you think you shou'd fancy most, Nurse?
Nurse. Why, truly, in my poor fancy, Madam, your first Husband is the prettier Gentleman.
Miss. I don't like my Lord's Shapes, Nurse.
Nurse. Why in good truly, as a body may say, he is but a Slam.
Miss. What do you think now he puts me in mind of? Don't you remember a long, loose, shambling sort of a Horse my Father call'd Washy?
Nurse. As like as two Twin-Brothers.
Miss. I'cod, I have thought so a hundred times: 'Faith, I'm tired of him.