_Cla_. I that have studied with world-skorning thoughts The way of Heaven, and how trew Heaven is reacht To know how mighty, and how many are The strange affections of enchaunted number; How to distinguish all the motions Of the Celestiall bodies, and what power Doth separate in such forme this massive Rownd; What is his Essence, Efficacies, Beames, Foot-steps, and Shadowes; what Eternesse[15] is, The World, and Time, and Generation; What Soule, the worlds Soule is, what the blacke Springs And unreveald Originall of Things, What their perseverance; what's life, and death, And what our certaine Restauration; Am with the staid-heads of this Time imploy'd To watch with all my Nerves a Female shade. _Enter Wynnifred, Anabell, with their sowing workes and sing: After their song Enter Lord Momford_. _Mom_. Witty Mistrisse _Wynnifred_, where is your Countesse, I pray? _Wyn_. Faith your Lordship is bould enough to seeke her out, if she were at her urinall? _Mom_. Then sh'as done, it seemes, for here she comes to save me that labour; away, wenches, get you hence wenches. [_Exeunt_. _Eu_. What, can you not abide my maides, unkle? _Mom_. I never cood abide a maide in my life Neece, but either I draw away the maide, or the maidenhead with a wet finger[16]. _Eug_. You love to make your selfe worse then you are still. _Mom_. I know few mend in this World, Madam. For the worse the better thought on, the better the worse spoken on ever amongst women. _Eu_. I wonder where you have binne all this while with your sentences. _Mom_. Faith where I must be againe presently. I cannot stay long with you my deere Neece. _Eu_. By my faith but you shall, my Lord. Cods pittie what will become of you shortly, that you drive maids afore you, and offer to leave widowes behind you, as mankindelie as if you had taken a surfet of our Sex lately, and our very sight turnd your stomacke? _Mom_. Cods my life, she abuses her best unkle; never trust me if it were not a good revenge to helpe her to the losse of her widow-head. _Eu_. That were a revenge, and a halfe, indeed. _Mom_. Nay twere but a whole revenge Neece, but such a revenge as would more then observe the true rule of a revenger. _Eu_. I know your rule before you utter it, _Vlciscere inimico_ [sic] _sed sine tuo incommodo_. _Mom_. O rare Neece, you may see, what tis to be a scholler now; learning in a woman is like waight in gold, or luster in Diamants, which in no other Stone is so rich or refulgent. _Eug_. But say deere Vnckle how could you finde in your heart to stay so long from me? _Mom_. Why, alas Neece, y'are so smeard with this willfull widdows three-yeeres blacke weede, that I never come to you, but I dreame of Coarses, and Sepulchres, and Epitaphs, all the night after, and therefore adew deere Neece. _Eug_. Beshrew my heart my Lord, if you goe theis three houres.