Lady W. Who would have thought
My servant should suppose I think myself
Too young to love, that have already had
One husband!
Euph. O, excuse him, gentle madam,
He found it in the song.
Bar. And, it should seem,
He could get no other song but this.
Lady W. Surely a woman of five-and-thirty year old
Is not too young to love!
Bar. O, spare him, madam!
Euph. Let's raise him up. I think the sonnet's good:
There's somewhat in't to th' purpose. Read it again.
[He reads it again.
Euph. ——For taste most meet.
Very good; and there he tickled it?
Mark'd you that, madam! The two last of all?
Then lose no time, for love hath wings—
He gives you fitting counsel.
Dot. I thought, when they understood it, they would like it:
I am sure, I have heard this song prais'd ere now.