worthy Lady, and indeede can doe more than a thousand other Ladies can
doe I can tell you.

_Bul_. What's that I pray thee?

_Ia_. Mary Sir, he meanes she can doe more than sleepe, and eate, and
drinke; and play at noddy[3], and helpe to make hir selfe ready[4].

_Bul_. Can she so?

_Will_. She is the best scholler of any woman but one[5] in England; she
is wise and vertuous.

_Ia_. Nay she has one strange quality for a woman besides, tho these be
strange enough that he has rekoned.

_Bul_. For Gods sake whats that?

_Ia_. She can love reasonable constantly, for she loved her husband
only, almost a whole yeere together.

_Bul_. Thats strange indeed, but what is your faire Lady Sir?

_Ia_. My Lady Sir, the Lady _Hippolita_--

_Will_. That is as chast as ever was _Hippolitus_.

_Ia_. (True, my prety _Parenthesis_) is halfe a maid, halfe a wife, and
halfe a widdow.