Flip. Well—but what does he say to you?
Cor. Not a word of news, Flippanta, 'tis all about business.
Flip. Does he not tell you he's in love with you?
Cor. Ay, but he told me that before.
Flip. How so? He never spoke to you.
Cor. He sent me word by his eyes.
Flip. Did he so? mighty well. I thought you had been to learn that language.
Cor. O, but you thought wrong, Flippanta. What, because I don't go a visiting, and see the world, you think I know nothing. But you should consider, Flippanta, that the more one's alone, the more one thinks; and 'tis thinking that improves a girl. I'll have you to know, when I was younger than I am now, by more than I'll boast of, I thought of things would have made you stare again.
Flip. Well, since you are so well versed in your business, I suppose I need not inform you, that if you don't write your gallant an answer—he'll die.