ACT I, SCENE II.
Enter Frank, and Clora.
Than such observers, that do ground their faith
Upon one smile or tear ; y'are much alter'd.
And are as empty of those excellencies
That were companions to you ; I mean mirth
And free disposure of your blood and Spirit,
As you were born a mourner.
Fran. How I prethee ?
For I perceive no such change in my self.
Clo. Come, come, this is not wise, nor provident
To halt before a Cripple : if you love.
Be liberal to your friend, and let her know it,
I see the way you run, and know how tedious
'Twill prove without a true companion.
Fran. Sure thou wouldst have me love.
Clo. Yes marry would I,
I should not please ye else.
Fran. And who for Heavens sake ?
For I assure my self, I know not yet :
And prethee Clora, since thou'lt have it so
That I must love, and do I know not what :
Let him be held a pretty handsome fellow.
And young, and if he be a little valiant
'Twill be the better ; and a little wise,
And faith a little honest.
Ckr. Well I will sound ye yet for all your craft.
Fran. Heigh ho ! Fie love no more.
Clo. Than one ; and him
You shall love Frank.
Fran. Which him ? thou art so wise
People will take thee shortly for a Witch :
But prethee tell me Clora, if I were
So mad as thou wouldst make me, what kind of man
Wouldst thou imagine him ?
Clo. Faith some pretty fellow.
With a clean strength, that cracks a cudgel well
And dances at a Wake, and plays at Nine-holes.
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