Proudly. I'll fetch the parson and physician.
[Exit Lord Proudly.
Bro. They are both ready for you.
[Exit Brother.
Well. Madam, this is the gentlewoman
Who, something bashful, does desire your pardon,
That she does not unmask.
Wid. Good Master Welltried,
I would not buy her face; and for her manners,
If they were worse, they shall not displease me.
Well. I thank your ladyship.
Fee. Look how the old ass, my father, stands: he looks like the bear in the play; he has killed the lady with his very sight.[137] As God help me, I have the most to do to forbear unmasking me, that I might tell him his own, as can be.
Bold. Fie! by no means. The widow comes towards you.
Count. O, O, O, O!
Wid. Servant, God give you joy; and, gentlewoman
Or lady, as full joy I wish to you:
Nor doubt that I will hinder you your love,
But here am come to do all courtesy
To your fair self, and husband that shall be.