Eug. You answere? shall I set my hand to your answere?
Mom. I, by my faith shall ye.
Eug. By my faith, but you shall answere as I wood have you then.
Mom. Alwaies put in with advice of your secretary, Neece, come, what answere you?
Eug. Since you needes will have my Answere, Ile answere briefely to the first, and last part of his letter.
Mom. Doe so, Neece; and leave the midst for himselfe a gods name: what is your answeare?
Eug. I cannot but suffer you to love, if you doe love.
Mom. Why very good, there it is,—and will requite your love; say you so? [He writes, and she dictates.
Eug. Beshrowe my lipps then, my Lord.
Mom. Beshrowe my fingers but you shall; what, you may promise to requite his love, and yet not promise him marriage, I hope; well,— and will requite your love.