Ban. I ask'd her that, and told her
You were about some threescore, sir, and ten;
But were as lusty as one of twenty, or [Aside.
An aged eunuch.
Ware. And what replied she?
Ban. She,
Like a true Lucrece, answer'd it was fit
For them to marry by the church-book, who
Came there to cool themselves; but to a mind
Chaste, and endued with virtue, age did turn
Love into reverence.
Bright. Or sir-reverence. [Aside.
New. Prythee, observe.
Ware. Is she so virtuous, then?
Ban. 'Tis all the fault she has: she will outpray
A preacher at St Antlin's, and divides
The day in exercise. I did commend
A great precisian to her for her woman,
Who tells me that her lady makes her quilt
Her smocks before for kneeling.
Ware. Excellent creature!
Ban. Then, sir, she is so modest.
Ware. Too?