Polixena, that made for love such moan,
Let envy gnaw your beauties to the bone;
Yea, Hypermnestra, swoon in envious sighs—
Johanna comes, that doth you jeopardise!
JOHANNA
Oh, thank you—both. Squire, I congratulate
Your cunning chivalry on luring me
From church to bait me in this bear-trap.
SQUIRE
Lady,