SPEED.
Item, She is too liberal.
LANCE.
Of her tongue she cannot, for that’s writ down she is slow of; of her purse she shall not, for that I’ll keep shut. Now, of another thing she may, and that cannot I help. Well, proceed.
SPEED.
Item, She hath more hair than wit, and more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults.
LANCE.
Stop there; I’ll have her. She was mine and not mine twice or thrice in that last article. Rehearse that once more.
SPEED.
Item, She hath more hair than wit—
LANCE.
More hair than wit. It may be; I’ll prove it: the cover of the salt hides the salt, and therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that covers the wit is more than the wit, for the greater hides the less. What’s next?
SPEED.
And more faults than hairs.
LANCE.
That’s monstrous! O, that that were out!
SPEED.
And more wealth than faults.
LANCE.
Why, that word makes the faults gracious. Well, I’ll have her; an if it be a match, as nothing is impossible—