M. Merry. What is her name?
R. Roister. Her yonder.
M. Merry. Whom?
R. Roister. Mistress, ah—
M. Merry. Fy, fy for shame!
Love ye, and know not whom? but her yond! a woman!
We shall then get you a wife, I cannot tell when.
R. Roister. The fair woman that supped with us yesternight;
And I heard her name twice or thrice, and had it right.
M. Merry. Yea, ye may see ye ne'er take me to good cheer with you: