CEN: Nay, she has found her tongue since she was married, master
Truewit says.

HAU: O, master Truewit! 'save you. What kind of creature is your
bride here? she speaks, methinks!

TRUE: Yes, madam, believe it, she is a gentlewoman of very absolute
behaviour, and of a good race.

HAU: And Jack Daw told us she could not speak!

TRUE: So it was carried in plot, madam, to put her upon this old
fellow, by sir Dauphine, his nephew, and one or two more of us:
but she is a woman of an excellent assurance, and an extraordinary
happy wit and tongue. You shall see her make rare sport with Daw
ere night.

HAU: And he brought us to laugh at her!

TRUE: That falls out often, madam, that he that thinks himself
the master-wit, is the master-fool. I assure your ladyship, ye
cannot laugh at her.

HAU: No, we'll have her to the college: An she have wit, she
shall be one of us, shall she not Centaure? we'll make her a
collegiate.

CEN: Yes faith, madam, and mistress Mavis and she will set up a
side.