COUNTESS.
Well, sir.
CLOWN.
No, madam, ’tis not so well that I am poor, though many of the rich are damned; but if I may have your ladyship’s good will to go to the world, Isbel the woman and I will do as we may.
COUNTESS.
Wilt thou needs be a beggar?
CLOWN.
I do beg your good will in this case.
COUNTESS.
In what case?
CLOWN.
In Isbel’s case and mine own. Service is no heritage, and I think I shall never have the blessing of God till I have issue of my body; for they say barnes are blessings.
COUNTESS.
Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry.
CLOWN.
My poor body, madam, requires it; I am driven on by the flesh, and he must needs go that the devil drives.
COUNTESS.
Is this all your worship’s reason?
CLOWN.
Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, such as they are.