Loves she her ill taken up resolution so dearly? Didst thou move her from me? Young. By this light that shines, there's no removing her, if she get a stiffe opinion by the end. I attempted her to day when they say a woman can deny nothing. El. Lo. What critical minute was that? Young. When her smock was over her ears: but she was no more pliant than if it hung about her heels. El. Lo. I prethee deliver my service, and say, I desire to see the dear cause of my banishment; and then for France. Young. I'le do't: hark hither, is that your Brother? El. Lo. Yes, have you lost your memory? Young. As I live he's a pretty fellow. [ (Exit.) Yo. Lo. O this is a sweet Brache. El. Lo. Why she knows not you. Yo. Lo. No, but she offered me once to know her: to this day she loves youth of Eighteen; she heard a tale how Cupid struck her in love with a great Lord in the Tilt-yard, but he never saw her; yet she in kindness would needs wear a Willow-garland at his Wedding. She lov'd all the Players in the last Queens time once over: she was struck when they acted Lovers, and forsook some when they plaid Murthers. She has nine Spur-royals, and the servants say she hoards old gold; and she her self pronounces angerly, that the Farmers eldest son, or her Mistres Husbands Clerk shall be, that Marries her, shall make her a joynture of fourscore pounds a year; she tells tales of the serving-men.

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