I do desire it with all my heart; and I hope it is
no dishonest desire to desire to be a woman of the
world. Here comes two of the banished duke's pages.

Do, good William.

God ye good even, William.

Ay, I know who 'tis; he hath no interest in me in
the world: here comes the man you mean.

Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old
gentleman's saying.

Well, the gods give us joy!

I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I am foul.

Well, I am not fair; and therefore I pray the gods
make me honest.

Would you not have me honest?

Do you wish then that the gods had made me poetical?

I do not know what 'poetical' is: is it honest in
deed and word? is it a true thing?

Your features! Lord warrant us! what features!