_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 selfe binds upon reason, wilt thou looke for congruity in a woman? why? there is not one woman amongst one thousand, but will speake false _Latine_, and breake _Priscians_ head. Attempt nothing that you may with great reason doubt of and out of doubt you shall obtaine nothing. I tell thee, friend, the eminent confidence of strong spirits is the onely witch-craft of this World, Spirits wrastling with spirits as bodies with bodies: this were enough to make thee hope well, if she were one of these painted communities, that are ravisht with Coaches, and upper hands,[13] and brave men of durt: but thou knowest friend shees a good scholler, and like enough to bite at the rightest reason, and reason evermore _Ad optima hortatur_: to like that which is best, not that which is bravest, or rightest, or greatest, and so consequently worst. But prove what shee can, wee will turne her, and winde her, and make her so plyant, that we will drawe her thorugh a wedding ring yfaith. _Cla_. Would to God we might, my Lord. _Mom_. He warrant thee, friend. _Enter Messenger_. _Mes_. Here is Mistris _Wynnifred_ from my Lady _Eugenia_ desires to speake with your Lordshippe. _Mom_. Marrie, enter, Mistris _Wynnifred_, even here I pray thee;--from the Lady _Eugenia_, doe you heare, friend? _Cla_. Very easily on that side, my Lord. _Mom_. Let me feele. Does not thy heart pant apace? by my hart, well labor'd _Cupid_, the field is yours, sir. God! and upon a very honourable composition. I am sent for now I am sure, and must even trusse, and to her. _Enter Wynnifred_. Witty Mistris _Wynnifred_, nay come neere, woman. I am sure this Gentleman thinkes his Chamber the sweeter for your deare presence. _Wyn_. My absence shall thanke him, my Lord.