heart are relatives; and thou wert not my sister, I should at this time fall in love with thee.
Joyce. You should not need, for, and you were not my brother, I should fall in love with you, for I love a proper man with my heart, and so does all the sex of us, let my sister dissemble never so much. I am out of charity with these nice and squeamish tricks. We were born for men, and men for us; and we must together.
W. Rash. This same plain-dealing is a jewel in thee.
Joyce. And let me enjoy that jewel, for I love plain-dealing with my heart.
W. Rash. Th' art a good wench, i' faith. I should never be ashamed to call thee sister, though thou shouldst marry a broom-man. But your lover, methinks, is over-tedious.
Enter Geraldine.
Joyce. No, look ye, sir; could you wish a man to come better upon his cue?[183] Let us withdraw.
W. Rash. Close, close, for the prosecution of the plot, wench. See, he prepares.
Joyce. Silence.