Ia. She can love reasonable constantly, for she loved her husband only, almost a whole yeere together.
Bul. Thats strange indeed, but what is your faire Lady Sir?
Ia. My Lady Sir, the Lady Hippolita—
Will. That is as chast as ever was Hippolitus.
Ia. (True, my prety Parenthesis) is halfe a maid, halfe a wife, and halfe a widdow.
Bul. Strange tale to tell; how canst thou make this good, my good Assumpsit.
Ia. Thus Sir: she was betroathed to a gallant young gentleman that loude hir with such passion, and admiration that he never thought he could be so blessed as to enjoy her in full marriage, till the minister was marrying them; and even then when he was saying I Charles take thee Hippolita with extreame joy, he began to looke pale, then going forwards saying, to my wedded wife, he lookt paler, and, then pronouncing, for richer for poorer as long as we both shall live, he lookt extreame pale. Now, sir, when she comes to speake her parte, and said, I Hippolyta take thee Charles, he began to faint for joy, then saying to my wedded husband, he began to sinke, but then going forth too, for better for worse, he could stand no longer, but with very conceit, it seemd, that she whom he tendred as the best of all things, should pronounce the worst, and for his sake too, he suncke down right, and died sodenly: And thus being halfe married, and her halfe husband wholy dead, I hope I may with discretion affirme her, halfe a maide, halfe a wife, and halfe a widdowe: do ye conceive me Sir?
Bul. O Lord Sir, I devoure you quicke; and now Sir I beseech you open unto me your tother Lady, what is shee?
Will. Ile answere for her, because I know her Ladiship to be a perfect maide indeed.
Bul. How canst thou know that?