Mom.  Well Sir, for these reasons I may be the heart, why may you be the liver now?

Cla.  I am more then asham’d, to tell you that my Lord.

Mom.  Nay, nay, be not too suspitious of my judgement in you I beseech you:  asham’d friend? if your love overcome not that shame, a shame take that love, I saie.  Come sir, why may you be the liver?

Cla.  The plaine, and short truth is (my Lord) because I am all liver, and turn’d lover.

Mom.  Lover?

Cla.  Lover, yfaith my Lord.

Mom.  Now I prethee let me leape out of my skin for joy:  why thou wilt not now revive the sociable mirth of thy sweet disposition? wilt thou shine in the World anew? and make those that have sleighted thy love with the Austeritie of thy knowledge, dote on thee againe with thy commanding shaft of their humours?

Cla.  Alas, my Lord, they are all farre out of my aime; and only to fit my selfe a little better to your friendshippe, have I given these wilfull raynes to my affections.

Mom.  And yfaith is my sower friend to all worldly desires ouer taken with the hart of the World, Love?  I shall be monstrous proud now, to heare shees every way a most rare woman, that I know thy spirit, and judgement hath chosen; is she wise? is she noble? is she capable of thy vertues? will she kisse this forehead with judiciall lipps where somuch judgement and vertue deserves it?  Come brother Twin, be short, I charge you, and name me the woman.

Cla.  Since your Lordship will shorten the length of my follies relation, the woman that I so passionately love, is no worse Lady then your owne Neece, the too worthy Countesse Eugenia.

Mom.  Why so, so, so, you are a worthy friend, are you not, to conceale this love-mine in your head, and would not open it to your hart? now beshrow my hart, if my hart danse not for joy, tho my heeles do not; and they doe not, because I will not set that at my heeles that my friend sets at his heart? friend, and Nephews both? nephew is a far inferior title to friend I confesse, but I will preferre thee backwards (as many friends doe) and leave their friends woorse then they found them.

Cla.  But, my noble Lord, it is almost a prodegie, that I being onely a poore Gentleman, and farre short of that state and wealth that a Ladie of her greatnesse in both will expect in her husband—­

Mom.  Hold thy doubt friend, never feare any woman, unlesse thyselfe be made of straw, or some such drie matter, and she of lightning. Audacitie prospers above probability in all Worldly matters.  Dost not thou know that Fortune governes them without order, and therefore reason the mother of order is none of her counsaile? why should a man desiring to aspire an unreasonable creature, which is a woman, seeke her fruition by reasonable meanes? because thy