Euph. Madam, I doubt it not:
You are not yet so old but you may have
Your comfort well; and if Sir Argent Scrape
Were but one threescore years younger than he is——
Bar. What a strange but thou mak'st!
Euph. You would perceive it.
Lady W. Servant, could you find in your heart to marry
Such an old bride?
Dot. No, mistress, I protest
I had rather have none.
Lady W. What age would you desire
To choose your wife of?
Dot. Just as old as you are.
Lady W. Well, servant, I believe you can dissemble.
Lady C. Will't please you to draw near? Sir Argent stays
Expecting within.
Free. We'll wait upon you. [Exeunt.