Speed. Let your experience make a trial.
Jane. No, sir, I'll believe you rather, and I thank you for't.
Lamb. I love you too, fair maid, double and treble, if it please you.
Jane. I thank you too, sir; I am so much beholding to you both, I am afraid I shall never requite it.
Speed. Requite one, sweet chastity, and let it be Sir Godfrey, with the correspondency of your love to him. I will maintain you like a lady; and it is brave, as I know by experience.
Lamb. I will maintain you like a gentlewoman: and that may be better maintenance than a lady's, as I have found by observation.
Speed. How dare you maintain that, sir?
Lamb. I dare maintain it with my purse, sir.
Speed. I dare cross it with my sword, sir.
[Lays his hand on his sword.