_Tal_. Come Ladies let's into the gallery a little. [_Exeunt_. _Mom_. And now what saies mine owne deare Neece yfaith? _Eug_. What shood she say to the backside of a paper? _Mom_. Come, come, I know you have byn a' the belly side. _Eug_. Now was there ever Lord so prodigall Of his owne honour'd bloud, and dignity? _Mom_. Away with these same horse-faire allegations; will you answer the letter? _Eug_. Gods my life, you goe like a cunning spokesman, answer uncle; what, doe you thinke me desperate of a husband? _Mom_. Not so, Neece; but carelesse of your poore Vncle. _Eug_. I will not write, that's certaine. _Mom_. What, wil you have my friend and I perish? doe you thirst our blouds? _Eug_. O yare in a mighty danger, noe doubt on't. _Mom_. If you have our blouds, beware our ghosts, I can tell ye; come, will ye write? _Eug_. I will not write yfaith. _Mom_. Yfaith dame, then I must be your secretary, I see; heres the letter, come, doe you dictate, and ile write. _Eug_. If you write no otherwise then I dictate, it will scarce prove a kinde answer, I beleeve. _Mom_. But you will be advis'de, I trust. Secretaries are of counsell with their Countesses; thus it begins: _Suffer him to love, that suffers not loving_. What answere you to that? _Eug_. He loves extreamely that suffers not in love. _Mom_. He answers you for that presently, his love is without passion, and therefore free from alteration, for _Pati_ you know is _in alterationem labi_; he loves you in his soule, he tels you, wherein there is no passion. Saie dame what answer you? _Eug_. Nay if I answere anie thing-- _Mom_. Why? very well, ile answer for you. _Eug_. You answere? shall I set my hand to your answere? _Mom_. I, by my faith shall ye. _Eug_. By my faith, but you shall answere as I wood have you then. _Mom_. Alwaies put in with advice of your secretary, Neece, come, what answere you? _Eug_. Since you needes will have my Answere, Ile answere briefely to the first, and last part of his letter. _Mom_. Doe so, Neece; and leave the midst for himselfe a gods name: what is your answeare? _Eug_. _I cannot but suffer you to love, if you doe love_. _Mom_. Why very good, there it is,--_and will requite your love_; say you so? [_He writes, and she dictates_. _Eug_. Beshrowe my lipps then, my Lord. _Mom_. Beshrowe my fingers but you shall; what, you may promise to requite his love, and yet not promise him marriage, I hope; well,-- _and will requite your love_. _Eug_. Nay good my Lord, hold your hand, for ile be sworne, ile not set my hand too't. _Mom_. Well hold off your hand, good Madam, till it shood come on, Ile be ready for it anon, I warrent ye. Now forth,--my love is without passion, and therefore free from alteration: what answere you to that Madam? _Eug_. Even this, my Lord: _your love, being mentall, needs no bodily Requitall_. _Mom_. I am content with that, and here it is;--_but in hart_.