BAR. Well, th' art a happy man, if thou knew'st all.
EUPH. Madam, I see your ladyship can tell How to make choice in dealing of your favours.
DOT. It pleases you to say so, good Master Euphues.
EUPH. Why, sir, I speak of the lady's judgment.
DOT. 'Twas more of her courtesy than my desert.
LADY C. I thank you, sir: y' are very welcome all.
FREE. I have made bold to bring my friends along, As you commanded, lady.
EUPH. Methinks your ladyship looks fresh to-day, And like a bride indeed.
LADY C. Ah, Master Euphues! You, I perceive, can flatter.
EUPH. Does your glass Tell you I flatter, madam?
LADY C. Bestow this Upon young maids; but let me tell you, sir, Old folks may marry too. It was ordain'd At first to be as well a stay to age As to please youth. We have our comforts too, Though we be old.
EUPH. Madam, I doubt it not: You are not yet so old but you may have Your comfort well; and if Sir Argent Scrape Were but one threescore years younger than he is----
LADY W. Servant, could you find in your heart to marry Such an old bride?
DOT. No, mistress, I protest I had rather have none.
LADY W. What age would you desire To choose your wife of?
LADY W. Well, servant, I believe you can dissemble.
LADY C. Will't please you to draw near? Sir Argent stays Expecting within.
BAR. To what strange fortune, friend, are some men born, I mean by thee. Surely, when thou wert young, The fairies dandled thee.
BAR. That ladies thus should doat upon thy person. Dost thou not see how soon the Lady Whimsey Is caught in love with thee?
BAR. Is she! Come, thou perceiv'st it well enough; What else should make her court thee, and bestow Her favours openly? And such a lady! So full of wit as she is, too! Would she Betray the secrets of her heart so far, But that love plays the tyrant in her breast, And forces her?
DOT. True, and, as thou say'st, Barnet, She's a brave, witty lady; and I love A wit with all my heart. What would she say If she should know me truly, that thus loves, And thinks I am but a poor younger brother?
BAR. Why, still the greater is thy happiness: Thou may'st be sure she loves thee truly now, And not thy fortunes.
DOT. Has she found me out, For all I sought to hide myself?
BAR. The more Thy worth appears, the more her judgment's seen. O, 'tis a gallant lady! Well, she might Have cast her eye on me or Euphues; But 'twas not our good fortune!