Y. ART. A man, I'll assure you.
MRS MA. How should I know that?
Y. ART. Try me, by my word, for I say I am a man;
Or by my deed I'll prove myself a man.
MRS MA. Are you not Master Arthur?
Y. ART. Not Master Arthur, but Arthur, and your servant, sweet Mistress Mary.
MRS MA. Not Mistress Mary, but Mary, and your handmaid, sweet Master Arthur.
Y. ART. That I love you, let my face tell you; that I love you more than ordinarily, let this kiss testify; and that I love you fervently and entirely, ask this gift, and see what it will answer you, myself, my purse, and all, being wholly at your service.
MRS MA. That I take your love in good part, my thanks shall speak for me; that I am pleased with your kiss, this interest of another shall certify you; and that I accept your gift, my prostrate service and myself shall witness with me. My love, my lips, and sweet self, are at your service: wilt please you to come near, sir?
Y. ART. O, that my wife were dead! here would I make
My second choice: would she were buried!
From out her grave this marrigold should grow,
Which, in my nuptials, I would wear with pride.
Die shall she, I have doom'd her destiny. [Aside.]
MRS MA. 'Tis news, Master Arthur, to see you in such a place:
How doth your wife?