BUT. Tut, she of Lancashire has fifteen hundred.
ILF. Let me have her then, good butler.
BUT. And then she, the bright beauty of Leicestershire, has a thousand, nay, thirteen hundred a year, at least.
ILF. O, let me have her, honest butler.
BUT. Besides, she the most delicate, sweet countenanced, black-browed gentlewoman in Northamptonshire, in substance equals the best of them.
ILF. Let me have her then.
BAR. Or I.
WEN. Or I, good butler.
BUT. You were best play the parts of right fools and most desperate whoremasters, and go together by the ears for them, ere ye see them. But they are the most rare-featured, well-faced, excellent-spoke, rare-qualitied, virtuous, and worthy-to-be-admired gentlewomen.
ALL. And rich, butler?