Alex. Why?
Moll. Because he keeps a fool company.
Alex. Why, you are now in's company.
Moll. But birds of a feather will fly together; and you and he are seldom asunder.
Alex. Why, you young witch, call your elder brother fool! But go thy ways, and keep thy maidenhead till it grow more deservedly despised than are the old base boots of a half-stewed pander: lead a Welsh morris with the apes in hell amongst the little devils; or, when thou shalt lie sighing by the side of some rich fool, remember, thou thing of thread and needles, not worth threepence halfpenny.
Moll. Too late, I fear; I ha' been too coy. [Aside.] You are to be married then, sir?
Anc. I am indeed, sweet mistress, to a maid Of excellent parentage, breeding, and beauty.
Alex. I ha' thought of such musicians for thee!
Anc. But let it not be any way distasteful unto you, that thus I tried you; for your brother persuaded me to pretend to love you, that he might perceive how your mind stood to marriage, in that, as I guess, he has a husband kept in store for you.
Alex. Ay, I have provided a husband for thee, Moll.