_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.

_El. Lo._ Enough, I know her Brother. I shall intreat you only to salute
my Mistres, and take leave, we'l part at the Stairs.

_Enter Lady and waiting women._

_Lady._ Now Sir, this first part of your will is performed: what's the
rest?

_El. Lo._ First, let me beg your notice for this Gentleman my Brother.

_Lady._ I shall take it as a favour done to me, though the Gentleman hath
received but an untimely grace from you, yet my charitable disposition
would have been ready to have done him freer courtesies as a stranger,
than upon those cold commendations.

_Yo. Lo._ Lady, my salutations crave acquaintance and leave at once.