Bar. His money would do well without himself.
Lady W. And with himself.
Bar. Alas! your ladyship
Should too much wrong your beauty, to bestow it
Upon one that cannot use it, and debar
More able men their wishes.
Euph. That's true, Barnet,
If she should bar all other men: but that
Would be too great a cruelty.
Art. Do you hear my cousin, madam?
Lady W. Yes, he will be heard:
Rather than fail, he'll give himself the hearing.
But, prythee, Euphues, tell me plainly now,
What thou dost think of me? I love thy freeness
Better than any flattery in the world.
Euph. I think you wondrous wise.
Lady W. In what?
Euph. In that
That makes or mars a woman—I mean love.
Lady W. Why, prythee?