Scene 29.
FRiend, prethee tell me why you do not marry.
Because I can find no woman so exact as I would have a Wife to be: for first I would not have a very tall woman, for the ap∣pears as if her soul and body were mis-match'd, as to have a pigmy soul, and a gyantly body.
Perchance her soul is answerable to her body.
O no: for it is a question whether women have souls or no; but for certain, if they have, they are of a dwarfish kind: Neither would I have a wife with a masculine strength; for it seems pra••posterous to the softness and tenderness of their Sex: neither would I have lean wife; for she will appear always to me like the picture of Death, had she but a sythe and hour-glass in her hand: for though we are taught to have always Death in our Mind, to remember our End, yet I would not have Death always before my Eyes, to be afraid of my End: But to have a very lean wife, were to have Death in my Arms, as much as in my Eyes, and my Bed would be as my Grave.
Your Bed would be a warm Grave.
Why man, though Death is cold, the Grave is hot: for the Earth hath heat, though Death hath none.
What say you to a fat woman?
I say a fat woman is a bed-fellow only for the Winter, and not for the Summer; and I would have such a woman for my Wife, as might be a nightly companion all the year.
I hope you would not make your Wife such a constant bed-fel∣low, as to lie always together in one bed.
Why not?