Ia.  I yfaith Will, and put their great pagicall index to them, too.

Hip.  But how will ye excuse your abuses, wags?

Wil.  We doubt not, Madam, but if it please your Ladiship to put up their abuses.

Ia.  Trusting they are not so deere to you, but you may.

Wil.  We shall make them gladly furnishe their pockets with them.

Hip.  Well, children and foules, agree as you will, and let the World know now, women have nothing to doe with you.

Pe.  Come, Madam, I thinke your Dinner bee almost ready.

    Enter Tales, Kingcob.

Hip.  And see, here are two honourable guests for you, the Lord Tales, and sir Cutberd Kingcob.

Ta.  Lacke you any guests, Madam?

Eu.  I, my Lord, such guests as you.

Hip.  Theres as common an answere, as yours was a question, my Lord.

King.  Why? all things shood be common betwixt Lords, and Ladies, you know.

Pe.  Indeed sir Cutberd Kingcob, I have heard, you are either of the familie of Love[23], or of no religion at all.

Eug.  He may well be said to be of the family of love, he does so flow in the loves of poore over-throwne Ladies.

King.  You speake of that I wood doe, Madam, but in earnest, I am now suing for a new Mistres; looke in my hand sweet Lady, and tell me what fortune I shall have with her.

Eug.  Doe you thinke me a witch, Sir Cutberd?

King.  Pardon me Madam, but I know you to bee learned in all things.

Eug.  Come on, lets see.

Hip.  He does you a speciall favour Lady, to give you his open hand, for tis commonly shut they say.

King.  What find you in it, Madam?

Eug.  Shut it now, and ile tell yee.

King.  What now Lady?

Eug.  Y’ave the worst hand that ever I saw Knight have; when tis open, one can find nothing in it, and when tis shut one can get nothing out ont.

King.  The age of letting goe is past, Madam; we must not now let goe, but strike up mens heeles, and take am as they fall.

Eug.  A good Cornish principle beleeve it sir Cutberd.

Tales.  But I pray tell me, Lady Penelope, how entertaine you the love of my Cosen sir Gyles Goosecappe.

Pene.  Are the Goosecaps a kin to you, my Lord?

Ta.  Even in the first degree, Madam.  And, Sir Gyles, I can tell ye, tho he seeme something simple, is compos’d of as many good parts as any Knight in England.

Hip.  He shood be put up for concealement then, for he shewes none of them.

Pen.  Are you able to reckon his good parts, my Lord?

Ta.  Ile doe the best I can, Lady; first, he danses as comely, and lightly as any man, for upon my honour, I have seene him danse upon Egges, and a has not broken them.