Sir qui. And much good do’t thy good heart faire widdow with them.
Min. I am fayre enough to bee a Widdow, Sir Quintilian.
Sir Vaug. In my soule and conscience, and well fauoured enough to be a Lady: heere is sir Kintilian Sorthose, and heere is sir Adam Prickshaft, a sentleman of a very good braine, and well headed: you see he shootes his bolt sildome, but when Adam lets goe, he hits: and heere is sir Vaughan ap Rees, and I beleeue if God sud take vs all from his mercy, as I hope hee will not yet; we all three loue you, at the bottome of our bellyes, and our hearts: and therefore mistris Mineuer, if you please, you shall be knighted by one of vs, whom you sall desire to put into your deuice and minde.
Min. One I must haue sir Vaughan.
Sir quin. And one of vs thou shalt haue widdow.
Min. One I must haue, for now euery one seekes to crow ouer me.
Sir Vaug. By Sesu and if I finde any crowing ouer you, & he were a cocke (come out as farre as in Turkeys country) tis possible to cut his combe off.
Min. I muse why sir Adam Prickshaft flyes so farre from vs.
Sir Adam. I am in a browne study, my deare, if loue should bee turned into a beast, what beast hee were fit to bee turned into.
Sir quinti. I thinke Sir Adam an Asse, because of his bearing.