CLARE. Let me first know what you think of me for a wife?
SCAR. Troth, I think you are a proper gentlewoman.
CLARE. Do you but think so?
SCAR. Nay, I see you are a very perfect proper gentlewoman.
CLARE. It is great pity then I should be alone without a proper man.
SCAR. Your father says I shall marry you.
CLARE. And I say, God forbid, sir! alas, I am a great deal too young.
SCAR. I love thee, by my troth.
CLARE. O, pray you do not so; for then you stray from the steps of gentility; the fashion among them is to marry first, and love after by leisure.
SCAR. That I do love thee, here by heaven I swear, And call it as a witness to this kiss.