_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. _Pene_. Nor crackt them neyther. _Ta_. That I know not; indeed I wood be loath to lie though he be my kinsman, to speake more then I know by him. _Eug_. Well, forth my Lord. _Ta_. He has an excellent skill in all manner of perfumes, & if you bring him gloves from forty pence, to forty shillings a paire, he will tell you the price of them to two pence. _Hip_. A pretty sweet quality beleeve me. _Tales_. Nay Lady he will perfume you gloves himselfe most delicately, and give them the right Spanish Titillation. _Pene_. Titillation what's that my Lord? _Tal_. Why, Lady, tis a pretty kinde of terme new come up in perfuming, which they call a Titillation. _Hip_. Very well expounded, my Lord; forth with your kinsmans parts I pray. _Tal_. He is the best Sempster of any woman in England, and will worke you needle-worke-edgings, and _French_ purles, from an Angell to foure Angells a yarde. _Eug_. That's pretious ware indeed. _Tal_. He will worke you any flower to the life, as like it as if it grew in the very place, and being a delicate perfumer, he will give it you his perfect, and naturall savour. _Hip_. This is wonderfull; forth, sweet Lord _Tales_. _Tal_. He will make you flyes, and wormes, of all sorts most lively, and is now working a whole bed embrodred, with nothing but glowe wormes; whose lights a has so perfectly done, that you may goe to bed in the Chamber, doe any thing in the Chamber, without a Candle. _Pene_. Never trust me, if it be not incredible; forth my good Lord. _Tal_. He is a most excellent Turner, and will turne you wassel-bowles, and posset Cuppes caru'd with libberds faces, and Lyons heads with spouts in their mouths, to let out the posset Ale, most artificially. _Eug_. Forth, good Lord _Tales_. _Pene_. Nay, good my Lord no more; you have spoken for him thoroughly I warrant you. _Hip_. I lay my life _Cupid_ has shot my sister in love with him out of your lips, my Lord. _Eug_. Well, come in, my Lords, and take a bad Dinner with me now, and we will all goe with you at night to a better supper with the Lord and Lady _Furnifall_. _King_. _Tale_. We attend you, honorable Ladies. _Exeunt_. _Actvs Tertii_. SCAENA PRIMA. _Enter Rudesby, Goosecappe_. _Rud_. _Bullaker_. _Bul_. I, Sir. _Rud_. Ride, and catch the Captaines Horse. _Bul_. So I doe Sir. _Rud_. I wonder, Sir _Gyles_, you wood let him goe so, and not ride after him. _Goos_. Wood I might never be mortall sir _Cutt_: if I rid not after him, till my horse sweat, so that he had nere a dry thread on him, and hollod, and hollod to him to stay him, till I had thought my fingers ends wood have gon off with hollowings; Ile be sworne to yee, & yet he ran his way like a _Diogenes_, and would never stay for us.