Mal. Nay, and you be so deare, Ile chuse another. 115
Fran. Why, take your first man, wench, and go no further.
Phi. Peace, Francis.—Harke ye, sister, this I say:[1779]
You know my mind; or answer, I or nay.
Wit and judgement hath resolvde his mind,
And he foresees what after he shall finde: 120
If such discretion, then, shall governe you,
Vow love to him, heele do the like to you.
Mal. Vow love! who would not love such a comely feature,
Nor high nor lowe, but of the middle stature?