Your wife is like to reap a proper man:
There lies your way, due [west].
Vio. Then westward-ho!
Grace and good disposition [attend] [your ladyship]!
You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by [me]?
Oli. Stay:
[I] prithee, tell me what thou think'st of me.
Vio. That you do think you are not what you are.
Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you.
Vio. Then think you right: I am not what I am.