Gert. Nay, but prythee, sister, be not angry.
Joyce. I will be angry. Ud's foot! I cannot endure such foolery, I! Two bashful fools that would couple together, and yet ha' not the faces.
Gert. Nay, prythee, sweet sister!
Joyce. Come, come, let me go. Birds, that want the use of reason and speech, can couple together in one day; and yet you, that have both, cannot conclude in twenty.
Gert. Why, what good would it do you to tell him?
Joyce. Do not talk to me, for I am deaf to anything you say. Go, weep and cry.
Gert. Nay, but sister——
[Exeunt.
Enter Staines and Drawer with wine.
Staines. Drawer, bid them make haste at home.
Tell them they are coming from church.
Drawer. I will, sir.
[Exit Drawer.