LANCE.
No.
SPEED.
How then? Shall he marry her?
LANCE.
No, neither.
SPEED.
What, are they broken?
LANCE.
No, they are both as whole as a fish.
SPEED.
Why then, how stands the matter with them?
LANCE.
Marry, thus: when it stands well with him, it stands well with her.
SPEED.
What an ass art thou! I understand thee not.
LANCE.
What a block art thou that thou canst not! My staff understands me.
SPEED.
What thou sayst?