"Oh, I have those to recommend me that have authority with her," said the scholar. "She hath an uncle will plead my suit; and truly he ought to, for 'twas he set me to wooing her, and from his account I became her servant ere ever I had seen her."
"Hath the lady no parents, then?" queried Master Etheridge.
"Oh, yes; they are well inclined to me, too; I spoke of the uncle because 'twas his word made me first seek her out."
"And did you find her all he had said?" asked Mistress Etheridge.
"Oh, even more beautiful. 'Tis her beauty makes me bashful in commending myself to her."
"Oh, never be afraid," said Mistress Etheridge. "You have a good figure, for one thing, and a modest mien."
"So her mother says," acquiesced Holyday, innocently.
"Your father hath a good estate," said Master Etheridge, "and that speaks louder for you than modesty or figure."
"That is what her father hath the goodness to say for me. I hope she will take her parents' words to mind. But I doubt not, in her heart she thinks me better than some."