And will not wear a favour of a lady
That trusts in Antichrist, and false traditions.
Cit. Well said, Ralph, convert her if thou canst.
Ralph. Besides, I have a lady of my own
In merry England; for whose virtuous sake
I took these arms, and Susan is her name,
A cobbler's maid in Milk Street, whom I vow
Ne'er to forsake, whilst life and pestle last.
Lady. Happy that cobbling dame, whoe'er she be,
That for her own (dear Ralph) hath gotten thee.