Come, come, we know very well what all the matter is; but if one won’t, another will; so pretty a gentleman need never want a lady. I am sure, if I was you, I would see the finest she that ever wore a head hanged, before I would go for a soldier for her.

Du. And what's her hiſtory? Vio. A blanke my Lord:

There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.

With throats unslaked, with black lips baked: / We could not laugh nor wail.