Happy are they that heare their detractions, and can put them
to mending ! They fay the Lady is ' faire ' j (tis a trueth ; I can
beare them witneffe :) and ' vertuousj' ; (tis fo, I cannot reprooue
it ;) and ' wife, but for louing me '. By my troth, it is no [ao7
addition to her wit, nor no great argument of her follie; for I
will be horribly in loue with her ! I may chaunce haue fome
odde quirkes and remnants of witte broken on me, becaufe I
haue railed fo long againft marriage : but doth not the appe-
tite alter ? a man loues the meate in his youth, that he caimot
indure in his age. Shall quippes and fentences, and thefe paper
bullets of the brain, awe a man from the carreere of his [214
humor ? No, the world muft be peopled ! When I faide ' I
woulde die a batcheller,' I did not think I Ihould liue til I
were married. Here comes Beatrice ! By this day, fhees a
faire lady ! I doe Ipie fome markes of loue in her ! ai8

Enter Beatrice.
Beatr. Aganft my will, I am fent to bid you come in to
dinner.
Bene. Faire Beatrice ! I thanke you for your paines. 221
• Beat. I tooke no more paines for thofe 'thankes', then you

take paines to ' thanke ' me. If it had bin painftil, I would not
haue come.
