_Short._ I had as lieve she should remove to Heaven, and as soon I
would undertake to follow her.

_Luce._ Where no old Charnico is, nor no Anchoves, nor Master
such-a-one, to meet at the Rose, and bring my Lady, such-a-ones chief
Chamber-maid.

_Isab._ No bouncing healths to this brave Lad, dear
_Shorthose_, nor down o'th' knees to that illustrious Lady.

_Luce._ No fiddles, nor no lusty noise of drawer, carry this pottle
to my Father _Shorthose_.

_Isab._ No plays, nor gaily foists, no strange Embassadors to run
and wonder at, till thou beest oyl, and then come home again, and lye
byth' Legend.

_Luc._ Say she should go.

_Short._ If I say, I'le be hang'd, or if I thought she would go.

_Luce._ What?

_Short._ I would go with her.

_Luce._ But _Shorthose_, where thy heart is?

_Isab._ Do not fright him.