La. Then may I set the world on wheeles, when she can spin for her liuing Sp. Item, she hath many namelesse vertues La. That's as much as to say Bastard-vertues: that indeede know not their fathers; and therefore haue no names Sp. Here follow her vices La. Close at the heeles of her vertues Sp. Item, shee is not to be fasting in respect of her breath La. Well: that fault may be mended with a breakfast: read on Sp. Item, she hath a sweet mouth La. That makes amends for her soure breath Sp. Item, she doth talke in her sleepe La. It's no matter for that; so shee sleepe not in her talke Sp. Item, she is slow in words La. Oh villaine, that set this downe among her vices; To be slow in words, is a womans onely vertue: I pray thee out with't, and place it for her chiefe vertue Sp. Item, she is proud La. Out with that too: It was Eues legacie, and cannot be t'ane from her Sp. Item, she hath no teeth La. I care not for that neither: because I loue crusts Sp. Item, she is curst La. Well: the best is, she hath no teeth to bite Sp. Item, she will often praise her liquor La. If her liquor be good, she shall: if she will not, I will; for good things should be praised Sp. Item, she is too liberall La. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's writ downe she is slow of: of her purse, shee shall not, for that ile keepe shut: Now, of another thing shee may, and that cannot I helpe. Well, proceede Sp. Item, shee hath more haire then wit, and more faults then haires, and more wealth then faults La. Stop there: Ile haue her: she was mine, and not mine, twice or thrice in that last Article: rehearse that once more Sp. Item, she hath more haire then wit La. More haire then wit: it may be ile proue it: The couer of the salt, hides the salt, and therefore it is more then the salt; the haire that couers the wit, is more then the wit; for the greater hides the lesse: What's next? Sp. And more faults then haires La. That's monstrous: oh that that were out Sp. And more wealth then faults La. Why that word makes the faults gracious: Well, ile haue her: and if it be a match, as nothing is impossible Sp. What then? La. Why then, will I tell thee, that thy Master staies for thee at the North gate Sp. For me? La. For thee? I, who art thou? he hath staid for a better man then thee Sp. And must I goe to him? La. Thou must run to him; for thou hast staid so long, that going will scarce serue the turne Sp. Why didst not tell me sooner? 'pox of your loue Letters La. Now will he be swing'd for reading my Letter; An vnmannerly slaue, that will thrust himselfe into secrets: Ile after, to reioyce in the boyes correctio[n]. Exeunt. Scena Secunda. Enter Duke, Thurio, Protheus. Du. Sir Thurio, feare not, but that she will loue you Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight