MALL. I saw her not, forsooth, since you and she
Went walking both together to the garden.
MR BAR. Dost thou hear me, girl? I must dispute with thee.
MALL. Father, the question then must not be hard,
For I am very weak in argument.
MR BAR. Well, this it is; I say 'tis good to marry.
MALL. And this say I, 'tis not good to marry.
MR BAR. Were it not good, then all men would not marry;
But now they do.
MALL. Marry, not all; but it is good to marry.
MR BAR. Is it both good and bad; how can this be?
MALL. Why, it is good to them that marry well;
To them that marry ill, no greater hell.
MR BAR. If thou might marry well, wouldst thou agree?