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By my troth, ’s not so good, and I warrant your cousin will say so.

HERO
My cousin’s a fool, and thou art another. I’ll wear [10] none but this.

MARGARET
I like the new tire within excellently, if the hair were a thought browner; and
your gown’s a most rare fashion, i’faith. I saw the Duchess of Milan’s gown
that they praise so. [15]

HERO
O, that exceeds, they say.

MARGARET
By my troth, ’s but a nightgown in respect of yours − cloth o’gold, and cuts,
and laced with silver, set with pearls, down-sleeves, side-sleeves, and skirts,
round underborne with a bluish tinsel; but for a fine, quaint, [20] graceful and
excellent fashion, yours is worth ten on’t.

HERO

God give me joy to wear it, for my heart is exceedingly heavy.

MARGARET

’Twill be heavier soon, by the weight of a man.

HERO
Fie upon thee! Art not ashamed? [25]

MARGARET
Of what, lady? Of speaking honourably? Is not marriage honourable in a
beggar? Is not your lord honourable without marriage? I think you would have
me say, ‘saving your reverence, a husband’; and bad thinking do not wrest

true speaking, I’ll offend nobody. [30] Is there any harm in ‘the heavier for a
husband’? None, I think, an it be right husband and the right wife; otherwise
’tis light, and not heavy; ask my Lady Beatrice else, here she comes.

Enter Beatrice.