Horn. Why, if she be ill-favoured, there will be less danger here for you than by leaving her in the country. We have such variety of dainties that we are seldom hungry.
Dor. But they have always coarse, constant, swingeing stomachs in the country.
Har. Foul feeders indeed!
Dor. And your hospitality is great there.
Har. Open house; every man's welcome.
Pinch. So, so, gentlemen.
Horn. But prithee, why shouldst thou marry her? If she be ugly, ill-bred, and silly, she must be rich then.
Pinch. As rich as if she brought me twenty thousand pound out of this town; for she'll be as sure not to spend her moderate portion, as a London baggage would be to spend hers, let it be what it would: so 'tis all one. Then, because she's ugly, she's the likelier to be my own; and being ill-bred, she'll hate conversation; and since silly and innocent, will not know the difference betwixt a man of one-and-twenty and one of forty.
Horn. Nine—to my knowledge. But if she be silly, she'll expect as much from a man of forty-nine, as from him of one-and-twenty. But methinks wit is more necessary than beauty; and I think no young woman ugly that has it, and no handsome woman agreeable without it.