_Nym._ O, sir, this were too great ambition! Well, I
love and am beloved of a great many; for I court all in
the way of honour, in the trade of marriage, Fawn; but
above all, I affect the princess,--she's my utmost end.
O, I love a lady whose beauty is joined with fortune,
beyond all! yet one of beauty without fortune, for some
uses; nay, one of fortune without beauty, for some ends;
but never any that has neither fortune nor beauty, but
for necessity; such a one as this is Donna Donnetta:
here's one has loved all the court just once over.
_Herc._ O, this is the fair lady with the foul teeth!
Nature's hand shook when she was in making, for the
red that should have spread her cheeks, Nature let fall
upon her nose; the white of her chin slipp'd into her
eyes; and the gray of her eyes leapt before his time into
her hair; and the yellowness of her hair fell without
providence into her teeth. 85
_Nym._ By the vow of my heart, you are my most only
elected; and I speak by way of protestation, I shall no
longer wish to be than that your only affection shall rest
in me, and mine only in you.
_Don._ But if you shall love any other? 90
_Nym._ Any other? Can any man love any other that
knows you,--the only perfection of your sex, and astonishment
of mankind?
_Don._ Fie! ye flatter me. Go, wear and understand
my favour: this snail['s] slow, but sure.
_Nym._ This kiss!
_Don._ Farewell!
_Nym._ The integrity and only vow of my faith to you;
ever urge your well-deserved requital to me.
[_Exit_ DONNETTA.
_Enter_ GARBETZA.
_Herc._ Excellent! 100
_Nym._ See, here's another of----
_Herc._ Of your most only elected.
_Nym._ Right, Donna Garbetza.
_Herc._ O, I will acknowledge this is the lady made of
cutwork, and all her body like a sand-box, full of holes,
and contains nothing but dust. She chooseth her servants
as men choose dogs, by the mouth; if they open
well and full, their cry is pleasing. She may be chaste,
for she has a bad face; and yet, questionless, she may
be made a strumpet, for she is covetous. 110
_Nym._ By the vow of my heart, you are my most only
elected (and I speak it by way of protestation), I shall
no longer wish to be than all your affections shall only
rest in me, and all mine only in you.
_Herc._ Excellent! this piece of stuff is good on both
sides; he is so constant, he will not change his phrase.
_Gar._ But shall I give faith? may you not love another?
_Nym._ Another? Can any man love another that
knows you,--the only perfection of your sex, and admiration
of mankind? 120
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