Wise-woman. I am as I am, and there’s an end. Boyster. Canst conjure? Wise-woman. Oh, that’s a foul word! but I can tell you your fortune, as they say; I have some little skill in palmistry, but never had to do with the devil. Boyster. And had the devil never anything to do with thee? thou look’st somewhat like his dam. Look on me: canst tell what I ail? Wise-woman. Can you tell yourself? I should guess you be mad, or not well in your wits. Boyster. Thou’rt wise, I am so: men being in love are mad, and I being in love am so. Wise-woman. Nay, if I see your complexion once, I think I can guess as near as another. Boyster. One Mistress Luce I love; know’st thou her, grannam? Wise-woman. As well as the beggar knows his dish. Why, she is one of my daughters. Boyster. Make her my wife, I’ll give thee forty pieces. 2nd Luce. Take them, mistress, to be revenged on Chartley. Wise-woman. A bargain; strike me luck. Cease all your sorrow; Fair Luce shall be your bride betimes to-morrow. Boyster. Thou’rt a good grannam; and, but that thy teeth stand like hedge-stakes in thy head, I’d kiss thee. [_Exit_. Wise-woman. Pray will you in? Come hither, Jack; I have a new trick come into my head: wilt thou assist me in’t? 2nd Luce. If it concern the crossing of the marriage with Mistress Luce, I’ll do’t, whate’er it be. Wise-woman. Thou shalt be tired like a woman. Can you make a curtsey, take small strides, simper, and seem modest? methinks thou hast a woman’s voice already. 2nd Luce. Doubt not of me, I’ll act them naturally. Wise-woman. I have conceited to have Luce married to this blunt gentleman, she mistaking him for Chartley; and Chartley shall marry thee, being a boy, and take thee for Luce. Will’t not be excellent? 2nd Luce. Oh, super, super-excellent! Wise-woman. Play but thy part as I’ll act mine. I’ll fit him with a wife, I warrant him. 2nd Luce. And a wife I’ll warrant him. [_Exeunt_. SCENE II.--_A Room in_ Sir Harry’s _House_. _Enter_ Sir Harry _and_ Taber. Sir Harry. Ha, then thou sawest them whispering with my daughter? Taber. I saw them, if it shall please you, not whisper, but-- Sir Harry. How then, thou knave! Taber. Marry, sir knight, I saw them in sad[4.19] talk; but to say they were directly whispering, I am not able. Sir Harry. Why, Taber, that sad talk was whispering. Taber. Nay, they did not greatly whisper, for I heard what was said, and what was said I have the wit to keep to myself. Sir Harry. What said the unthrift, Taber? tell me, knave; Tell me, good knave, what did the unthrift say? Taber. I am loth to be called in question about men and women’s matters, but as soon as ever he saw your daughter I heard what was spoke.