NURSE.
What, two husbands, my dear?
HOYDEN.
Why, you had three, good nurse; you may hold your tongue...
But if I leave my lord, I must leave my lady too; and when I rattle about the streets in my coach, they'll only say: There goes Mistress—Mistress—Mistress what? What is this man's name have married, nurse?
NURSE.
'Squire Fashion.
HOYDEN.
'Squire Fashion is it? Well, 'squire, that's better than nothing.