MRS BAR. Your father! and what said he to ye, I pray?
MALL. Nothing, forsooth.
MRS BAR. Nothing! that cannot be; something he said.
MALL. Ay, something that as good as nothing was.
MRS BAR. Come, let me hear that something-nothing, then.
MALL. Nothing but of a husband for me, mother.
MRS BAR. A husband! that was something; but what husband?
MALL. Nay, faith, I know not, mother: would I did!
MRS BAR. Ay, "would ye did!" i'faith, are ye so hasty?
MALL. Hasty, mother! why, how old am I?