_Mo_. Hence with this book, and now, _Mounsieur Clarence_, me thinks plaine and prose friendship would do excellent well betwixt us: come thus, Sir, or rather thus, come. Sir, tis time I trowe that we both liv'd like one body, thus, and that both our sides were slit, and concorporat with _Organs_ fit to effect an individuall passage even for our very thoughts; suppose we were one body now, and I charge you beleeve it; whereof I am the hart, and you the liver. _Cla_. Your Lordship might well make that division[12], if you knew the plaine song. _Mo_. O Sir, and why so I pray? _Cla_. First because the heart, is the more worthy entraile, being the first that is borne, and moves, and the last that moves, and dies; and then being the Fountaine of heate too: for wheresoever our heate does not flow directly from the hart to the other _Organs_ there, their action must of necessity cease, and so without you I neither would nor could live. _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_.