Eug.  Which yet will not maintaine him a weeke:  Such kinde of noblenesse gives no cotes of honour nor can scarse gette a cote for necessity.

Mom.  Then is it not substantiall knowledge (as it is in him) but verball, and fantasticall for Omnia in illa ille complexu tenet.

Eug.  Why seekes he me then?

Mom.  To make you joynt partners with him in all things, and there is but a little partiall difference betwixt you, that hinders that universall joynture:  The bignesse of this circle held too neere our eye keepes it from the whole Spheare of the Sun; but could we sustaine it indifferently betwixt us, and it would then without checke of one beame appeare in his fulnes.

Eug.  Good Vnckle be content, for now shall I never dreame of contentment.

Mom.  I have more then done Lady, and had rather have suffer’d an alteration of my being, then of your Judgment; but (deere Neece) for your own honours sake repaire it instantly.

    Enter Hippolyta.  Penelope.  Iacke.  Will.

See heere comes the Ladies; make an Aprill day on’t[18], deare love, and bee sodainly cheerefull.  God save you, more then faire Ladies, I am glad your come, for my busines will have me gone presently.

Hip.  Why my Lord Momford I say? will you goe before Dinner?

Mom.  No remedy, sweet Beauties, for which rudnesse I lay my hands thus low for your pardons.

Pen.  O Courteous Lo. Momford![19]

Mom.  Neece?——­Mens est quae sola quietos,
    Sola facit claros, mentemque honoribus ornat.[20]

Eug. Verus honos juvat, at mendax infamia terret.[21]

Mom.  Mine owne deare nephew?

Cla.  What successe my Lord?

Mom.  Excellent; excellent; come Ile tell thee all.—­Exeunt.

Hip.  Doe you heare Madam, how our youthes here have guld our three suiters?

Eug.  Not I, Lady; I hope our suiters are no fit meat for our Pages.

Pe.  No Madam, but they are fit sawce for any mans meat, Ile warrent them.

Eug.  What’s the matter Hippolyta?

Hip.  They have sent the Knights to Barnet, Madam, this frosty morning to meet us there.

Eug.  I’st true, youths? are Knights fit subjects for your knaveries?

Will.  Pray pardon us, Madam, we would be glad to please anie body.

Ia.  I indeed, Madam, and we were sure we pleased them highly, to tell them you were desirous of their company.

Hip.  O t’was good, Eugenia, their livers were too hot, you know, and for temper sake they must needs have a cooling carde[22] plaid upon them.

Wil.  And besides Madam we wood have them know that your two little Pages, which are lesse by halfe then two leaves, have more learning in them then is in all their three volumnes.