SILV. Ay, but that is no sign; for they say, gentlemen will give
money to any naughty woman to come to bed to them. O Gemini, I
hope you don't mean so--for I won't be a whore.

HEART. The more is the pity. [Aside.]

SILV. Nay, if you would marry me, you should not come to bed to
me--you have such a beard, and would so prickle one. But do you
intend to marry me?

HEART. That a fool should ask such a malicious question! Death, I
shall be drawn in before I know where I am. However, I find I am
pretty sure of her consent, if I am put to it. [Aside.] Marry
you? No, no, I'll love you.

SILV. Nay, but if you love me, you must marry me. What, don't I
know my father loved my mother and was married to her?

HEART. Ay, ay, in old days people married where they loved; but
that fashion is changed, child.

SILV. Never tell me that; I know it is not changed by myself: for
I love you, and would marry you.

HEART. I'll have my beard shaved, it sha'n't hurt thee, and we'll
go to bed -

SILV. No, no, I'm not such a fool neither, but I can keep myself
honest. Here, I won't keep anything that's yours; I hate you now,
[throws the purse] and I'll never see you again, 'cause you'd have