Moll. But I'll have no husband of your providing; for, alas! now I shall have the old man, whether I will or no.
Alex. I have such a stripling for thee, he wants one eye, and is crooked-legged; but that was broke at football.
Anc. Alas! we cannot mould men, you know.
Alex. He's rich, he's rich, Moll.
Moll. I hate him and his riches. Good sir, are you to be married in earnest?
Alex. In earnest! Why, do you think men marry, as fencers sometimes fight, in jest? Shall I show her Mistress Elizabeth's letter I snatched from thee? [To Ancient.
Anc. Not, and thou lovest me.
Moll. Good brother, let me see it; sweet brother, dainty brother, honey brother.
Alex. No indeed, you shall not see it, sweet sister, dainty sister, honey sister.
Moll. O good sir, since so long time I have loved you, let me not die for your sake.