Fris. Let's pass in then.
[Exeunt Frisco and Anthony.
Van. Han seg you, dochtor, vor vat cause, vor why bed also much grooterly strange, ic seg you wat, if dat ghy speak to me, is dat ghy love me?
Lau. Is't that I care not for you? Is't that your breath stinks? If that your breath stinks not, you must learn sweeter English, or I shall never understand your suit.
Del. Pardonnez moi, madame.
Math. With all my heart, so you offend no more.
Del. Is dat an offence to be amorous de one belle gentlewoman?
Math. Ay, sir, see: your belle gentlewoman cannot be amorous of you.
Mar. Then if I were as that belle gentlewoman's lover, I would trouble her no further, nor be amorous any longer.
Alv. Madonna, yet de bellezza of de face, beauty, de form of all de corpo may be such, dat no periculo, nor all de mal shance, can make him leave her dolce visage.