[Enter JULIA and HELEN.]

Helen. So, Monday week will say good morn to thee
A maid, and bid good night a sober wife!

Julia. That Monday week, I trust, will never come,
That brags to make a sober wife of me!

Helen. How changed you are, my Julia!

Julia. Change makes change.

Helen. Why wedd'st thou, then?

Julia. Because I promised him!

Helen. Thou lovest him?

Julia. Do I?

Helen. He's a man to love!
A right well-favoured man!

Julia. Your point's well favoured.
Where did you purchase it? In Gracechurch Street?

Helen. Pshaw! never mind my point, but talk of him.

Julia. I'd rather talk with thee about the lace.