Hero. Good Vrsula wake my cosin Beatrice, and desire her to rise
Vrsu. I will Lady
Her. And bid her come hither
Vrs. Well
Mar. Troth I thinke your other rebato were better
Hero. No pray thee good Meg, Ile weare this
Marg. By my troth's not so good, and I warrant your
cosin will say so
Hero. My cosin's a foole, and thou art another, ile
weare none but this
Mar. I like the new tire within excellently, if the haire were a thought browner: and your gown's a most rare fashion yfaith, I saw the Dutchesse of Millaines gowne that they praise so
Hero. O that exceedes they say