Enter Mall.
Mall. Father, heere I am.
M. Bar. Where is your mother? 105
Mal. I saw her not, forsooth, since you and she
Went walking both together to the garden.
M. Ba. Dost thou heare me, girle? I must dispute with thee.
Mal. Father, the question, then, must not be hard,
For I am very weake in argument. 110
M. Bar. Well, this it is; I say tis good to marry.
Mal. And this say I, tis not good to marry.