An I be to marry, I will marry dry-eyed! But if ye know her, prithee, of what favour is she?
fair or foul?
And is she shrewish or pleasant ?" "Nay, what matters it ?" said Matcham.

"An y' are to marry, ye can but marry.

What matters foul or fair?
These be but toys.

Y' are no milksop, Master Richard; ye will wed with dry eyes, anyhow." "It is well said," replied Shelton.

"Little I reck." "Your lady wife is like to have a pleasant lord," said Matcham.
"She shall have the lord Heaven made her for," returned Dick.