Ger. And I hope you are in the same still; you cannot change so soon.
Hip. Why, is it not a whole day ago?
Ger. What! are you not a day in the same humour?
Hip. Lord! that you who know the town, they say, should think any woman could be a whole day together in a humour!—ha! ha! ha!
Ger. Hey! this begins to be pleasant.—What! won't you go with me then after all?
Hip. No indeed, sir, I desire to be excused.
Ger. Then you have abused me all this while?
Hip. It may be so.
Ger. Could all that so natural innocency be dissembled?—faith, it could not, dearest miss.
Hip. Faith, it was, dear master.