2 If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damn'd
1 Sir, as I told you alwayes: her Beauty & her Braine go not together. Shee's a good signe, but I haue seene small reflection of her wit
2 She shines not vpon Fooles, least the reflection
Should hurt her
Clot. Come, Ile to my Chamber: would there had
beene some hurt done
2 I wish not so, vnlesse it had bin the fall of an Asse,
which is no great hurt
Clot. You'l go with vs?
1 Ile attend your Lordship
Clot. Nay come, let's go together
2 Well my Lord.
Exeunt.
Scena Quarta.