SPEED.
Item, She is slow in words.
LANCE.
O villain, that set this down among her vices! To be slow in words is a woman’s only virtue. I pray thee, out with’t, and place it for her chief virtue.
SPEED.
Item, She is proud.
LANCE.
Out with that too; it was Eve’s legacy and cannot be ta’en from her.
SPEED.
Item, She hath no teeth.
LANCE.
I care not for that neither, because I love crusts.
SPEED.
Item, She is curst.
LANCE.
Well, the best is, she hath no teeth to bite.
SPEED.
Item, She will often praise her liquor.
LANCE.
If her liquor be good, she shall; if she will not, I will, for good things should be praised.