Gert. Yes, marry shall you, sister: will you speak to him?
Joyce. No.
Gert. Do you hear, sir? here's a gentlewoman would speak with you.
Joyce. Why, sister! I pray, sister——
Gert. One that loves you with all her heart, yet is ashamed to confess it.
Staines. Did you call, ladies?
Joyce. No, sir; here's no one called.
Gert. Yes, sir, 'twas I; I called to speak with you.
Joyce. My sister's somewhat frantic; there's no regard to be had unto her clamours. Will you yet leave? I' faith, you'll anger me.
Gert. Passion: "come back, fool; lover, turn again and kiss your bellyful; here's one will stand ye."[196]