_Mom_. Indeed the way to believe is to love [_Hee reads and comments_. And the right way to love is to believe. This I will carry now with pen, and incke, For her to use in answere; see, sweet friend, She shall not stay to call, but while the steele Of her affection is made softe and hott, Ile strike, and take occasion by the brow. Blest is the wooing thats not long a dooing. [_Exit_. _Cla_. Had ever man so true, and noble friend? Or wood men thinke this sharpe worlds freezing Aire To all true honour and iuduciall love, Wood suffer such a florishing pyne in both To overlooke the boxe-trees of this time? When the learn'd minde hath by impulsion wrought Her eyes cleere fire into a knowing flame; No elementall smoke can darken it, Nor Northren coldnesse nyppe her _Daphnean_ Flower. O sacred friendship, thanks to thy kinde power, That being retir'd from all the faithlesse World, Appear'st to me in my unworldly friend, And for thine own sake let his noble minde, By moving presedent to all his kinde, (Like just _Deucalion_) of Earths stony bones Repaire the World with humaine bloud and flesh, And dying vertue with new life refresh. [_Exit_. _Actvs Qvartvs_. _Enter Tales, Kingcob, Eugenia, Hippolyta, Penelope, Winnifred_. _King_. Tis time to leave your Chests, Ladies; tis too studious an exercise after Dinner. _Tal_. Why is it cal'd Chests? _Hip_. Because they leane upon their Chests that play at it. _Tal_. I wood have it cald the strife of wits, for tis a game so witty, that with strife for maisterie, we hunt it eagerly. _Eug_. Specially where the wit of the _Goosecaps_ are in chase my Lord. _Tal_. I am a _Goosecappe_ by the mothers side, Madam; at least my mother was a _Goosecappe_. _Pene_. And you were her white[36] sonne, I warrant my Lord. _Tal_. I was the youngest, Lady, and therefore must bee her white sonne, yee know; the youngest of ten I was. _Hip_. And the wisest of Fifteene. _Tal_. And sweet Lady will yee cast a kinde eye now upon my Cosin, Sir _Gyles Goosecappe_. _Pene_. Pardon my Lord, I have never a spare eye to cast away, I assure ye. _Tal_. I wonder you shood count it cast away, Ladie, uppon him; doe you remember those fewe of his good parts I rehearst to you. _Pene_. Verie perfectly, my Lord; amongst which one of them was, that he is the best Sempster of any woman in England: pray lets see some of his worke? _Hip_. Sweet Lord, lets see him sowe a little. _Tal_. You shall, a mine honour, Lady. _Eug_. Hees a goodly greate Knight indeed; and a little needle in his hand will become him prettelie. _King_. From the _Spanish_ Pike to the _Spanish_ Needle, he shall play with any Knight in England, Ladie. _Eug_. But not _è converso_, from the _Spanish_ needle to the _Spanish_ Pike.