is so bent on finery that she believes in miracles to obtain it, and expects the fairies to bring it
pray for thee yet i’faith; nay, and I’ll vouchsafe to call thee sister Mill still; for thou art not like to be a lady as I am, yet surely thou art a creature of God’s making, and may’st peradventure be saved as soon as I (does he come?). And ever and anon she doubled in her song.
Mil. Now (lady’s my comfort), what a profane ape’s here!
Enter Sir Petronel Flash, Mr. Touchstone, and Mrs. Touchstone.
Gir. Is my knight come? O the lord, my band! Sister, do my cheeks look well? Give me a little box o’ the ear, that I may seem to blush. Now, now! so, there, there! here he is! O my dearest delight! Lord, lord! and how does my knight?
Touchstone. Fie, with more modesty.
Gir. Modesty! why, I am no citizen now. Modesty! am I not to be married? You’re best to keep me modest, now I am to be a lady.
Sir Petronel. Boldness is a good fashion and court-like.
Gir. Aye, in, a country lady I hope it is, as I shall be. And how chance ye came no sooner, knight?
Sir Pet. Faith, I was so entertained in the progress with one Count Epernoun, a Welch knight: we had a match at baloon too with my Lord Whackum for four crowns.
Gir. And when shall’s be married, my knight?
Sir Pet. I am come now to consummate: and your father may call a poor knight son-in-law.
Mrs. Touchstone. Yes, that he is a knight: I know where he had money to pay the gentlemen ushers and heralds their fees. Aye, that he is a knight: and so might you have been too, if you had been aught else but an ass, as well as some of your neighbours. An I thought you would not ha’ been knighted, as I am an honest woman, I would ha’ dubbed
