_Lady._ Salute her? by this good light, I would not kiss her for half my wealth. _Elder Lo._ Why? why pray you? You shall see me do't afore you; look you. _Lady._ Now fie upon thee, a beast would not have don't. I would not kiss thee of a month to gain a Kingdom. _Elder Lo._ Marry you shall not be troubled. _Lady._ Why was there ever such a _Meg_ as this? Sure thou art mad. _Elder Lo._ I was mad once, when I lov'd pictures; for what are shape and colours else, but pictures? in that tawnie hide there lies an endless mass of vertues, when all your red and white ones want it. _Lady._ And this is she you are to marry, is't not? _Elder Lo._ Yes indeed is't. _Lady._ God give you joy. _Elder Lo._ Amen. _Wel._ I thank yo[u], as unknown for your good wish. The like to you when ever you shall wed. _Elder Lo._ O gentle Spirit! _Lady._ You thank me? I pray Keep your breath nearer you, I do not like it. _Wel._ I would not willingly offend at all, Much less a Lady of your worthie parts. _Elder Lo._ Sweet, Sweet! _La._ I do not think this woman can by nature be thus, Thus ugly; sure she's some common Strumpet, Deform'd with exercise of sin? _Wel._ O Sir believe not this, for Heaven so comfort me as I am free from foul pollution with any man; my honour ta'ne away, I am no woman. _Elder Lo._ Arise my dearest Soul; I do not credit it. Alas, I fear her tender heart will break with this reproach; fie that you know no more civility to a weak Virgin. 'Tis no matter Sweet, let her say what she will, thou art not worse to me, and therefore not at all; be careless. _Wel._ For all things else I would, but for mine honor; Me thinks. _Elder Lo._ Alas, thine honour is not stain'd, Is this the business that you sent for me about? _Mar._ Faith Sister you are much to blame, to use a woman, whatsoe're she be, thus; I'le salute her: You are welcome hither. _Wel._ I humbly thank you. _Elder Lo._ Milde yet as the Dove, for all these injuries. Come shall we goe, I love thee not so ill to keep thee here a jesting stock. Adue to the worlds end. _Lady._ Why whither now? _Elder Lo._ Nay you shall never know, because you shall not find me. _Lady._ I pray let me speak with you. _Elder Lo._ 'Tis very well: come. _Lady._ I pray you let me speak with you. _Elder Lo._ Yes for another mock. _Lady._ By Heaven I have no mocks: good Sir a word. _Elder Lo._ Though you deserve not so much at my hands, yet if you be in such earnest, I'le speak a word with you; but I beseech you be brief: for in good faith there's a Parson and a licence stay for us i'th' Church all this while: and you know 'tis night. _Lady._ Sir, give me hearing patiently, and whatsoever I have heretofore spoke jestingly, forget: for as I hope for mercy any where, what I shall utter now is from my heart, and as I mean. _Elder Lo._ Well, well, what do you mean? _Lady._ Was not I once your Mistress, and you my Servant? _Elder Lo._ O 'tis about the old matter.