_Goos_. Heere ile take out your eye, and you wil Mistris. _Pene_. No by my faith, Servant, t'is better in. _Goos_. Why, Ladie, Ile but take it out in jest, in earnest. _Pene_. No, something else there, good servant. _Goos_. Why then here shall be a Camell, and he shall have hornes, and he shall looke for all the World like a maide without a husband. _Hip_. O bitter sir _Giles_. _Ta_. Nay he has a drie wit, Ladie, I can tell ye. _Pene_. He bobd me there indeed, my Lord. _Fur_. Marry him, sweet Lady, to answere his bitter bob. _King_. So she maie answere him with hornes indeed. _Eug_. See what a pretty worke he weares in his boote-hose. _Hip_. Did you worke them your selfe, sir _Gyles_, or buy them? _Goos_. I bought am for nothing, Madam, in th'exchange. _Eug_. Bought am for nothing? _Tal_. Indeed, Madam, in th'exchange they so honour him for his worke, that they will take nothing for any thing he buies on am; but wheres the rich night-cap you wroght, cosen? if it had not bin too little for you, it was the best peece of worke, that ever I sawe. _Goos_. Why, my Lord, t'was bigge enough; when I wrought it, for I wore pantables then you knowe. _Tal_. Indeed the warmer a man keepes his feete the lesse he needs weare uppon his head. _Eug_. You speake for your kinsman the best that ever I heard, my Lord. _Goos_. But I beleeve, Madam, my Lord my cosen has not told you all my good parts. _Ta_. I told him so I warrant you, cosen. _Hip_. What doe you thinke hee left out sir _Gyles_? _Goos_. Marry, Madam, I can take _Tobacco_ now, and I have bought glow-wormes to kindle it withall, better then all the burning glasses ith World. _Eug_. Glowe-wormes, sir _Giles_? will they make it burne? _Goos_. O good Madam, I feed am with nothing but fire, a purpose, Ile besworne they eat me five Faggots a-weeke in Charcoale. _Tal_. Nay he has the strangest devices, Ladies, that ever you heard, I warrent ye. _Fur_. That's a strange device indeed, my Lord. _Hip_. But your sowing, sir _Gyles_, is a most gentlewoman-like quality, I assure you. _Pene_. O farr away, for now, servant, you neede never marry, you are both husband, and wife your selfe. _Goos_. Nay indeed, mistris, I wood faine marry for all that, and ile tell you my reason, if you will. _Pene_. Let's here it good servant. _Goos_. Why, Madam, we have a great match at football towards, married men against batchellers, and the married men be all my friends, so I wood faine marry to take the married mens parts in truth. _Hip_. The best reason for marriage that ever I heard sir _Gyles_. _Goos_. I pray will you keepe my worke a little, Mistris; I must needes straine a little courtesie in truth. [_Exit Sir Gyles_. _Hip_. Gods my life, I thought he was a little to blame. _Rud_. Come, come, you he[a]re not me, dame. _Pur_. Well said, sir _Cut_: to her now; we shall heare fresh courting.