FEMALE:
|
Gape not so on me, sirrah! What.
hast thou ne'er seen a lady? |
MAN:
|
A thousand pardons. my gracious
lady! I meant not to gape, in sooth. |
FEMALE:
|
How, am I not fair enough to gape
at? |
MAN: |
Nay. 'tis not that thou art lacking
fairness; for sooth, thou art beauteous
beyond compare. I could not help but to gape
at… |
FEMALE:
|
Ha! A cozener, then! Thou art but a
base gloser! Varlet, durst thou be so bold! |
MAN: |
By your leave, madam. I am no
cozener, nor am I gloser. I am but a poor
scholar who is overcome by beauty. |
FEMALE:
|
So! A beggar! I thought as much. Hie
thee hence, peasant. I've no patience with
groundlings. |
MAN: |
God's teeth, woman! I've ne'er
before met such a shrew as thee! |
FEMALE:
|
A shrew! Why, thou knave, thou
scald! |
MAN: |
Silence! Lest I find cause for my
hands to bless thy behind! |
FEMALE:
|
Fie on thee! A vengeance on thy
harsh and knavish lips! |
MAN: |
Nay, a vengeance on thy poisoned
tongue for profaning such a pure and lovely
face! |
FEMALE:
|
Pure ... and ... lovely? |
MAN: |
Aye; a man would be hard pressed to
find a face more pure and lovely than thine. |
FEMALE:
|
Oh ... then, good sir, gape to thy
heart's content, and I shall say nary a word
against it |
MAN:
|
Nary a word? By my troth! ‘Twould be
a miracle, I warrant thee! |
