Ia. My Lady Sir, the Lady _Hippolita_--
Will. That is as chast as ever was Hippolitus.
Ia. (True, my prety _Parenthesis_) is halfe a maid, halfe a wife, and halfe a widdow.
Bul. Strange tale to tell; how canst thou make this good, my good Assumpsit.
Ia. Thus Sir: she was betroathed to a gallant young gentleman that loude hir with such passion, and admiration that he never thought he could be so blessed as to enjoy her in full marriage, till the minister was marrying them; and even then when he was saying I Charles take thee Hippolita with extreame joy, he began to looke pale, then going forwards saying, to my wedded wife, he lookt paler, and, then pronouncing, for richer for poorer as long as we both shall live, he lookt extreame pale. Now, sir, when she comes to speake her parte, and said, I Hippolyta take thee _Charles_, he began to faint for joy, then saying to my wedded husband, he began to sink