Har. The wench hath ta'en him down, he hangs his head.
Wal. You Dandelion, you that talk so well,
Hark you a word or two, good Mistress Mat:
Did you appoint your friends to meet you here,
And being come, tell us of whores in France,
A Spanish jennet and an English mare,
A mongrel, half a dog and half a bitch,
With trandido, dildido, and I know not what?
Hear you, if you'll run away with Ned,
And be content to take me as you find me,
Why so—la, I am yours: if otherwise,
You'll change your Ned to be a Frenchman's trull!
Why then, Madame Delion, je vous laisserai a Dieu et la bonne fortune.
Math. That voice assures me that it is my love.
Say truly, art thou my Ned? art thou my love?
Wal. 'Swounds! who should I be but Ned?
You make me swear.
Enter above Marina.
Mar. Who speak you to? Mathea, who's below?
Har. Marina.
Mar. Young Master Harvey? for that voice saith so.
Enter Laurentia.
Laur. Speak, sister Mat, is not my true love there?