=Pam.= Yet this pale wanne colour sheweth mée to bée more bloudlesse than any shadowe. =Ma.= But this palenesse (thanked be God) is died with some Violet colour, you are euen so pale as a Chery waxing ripe, or a Grape when he commeth to his purple skin. =Pam.= Thus with disdaine ynough you mocke a man in state rather to be pittied. =Ma.= Why in case you beléeue not mee, take the Glasse, & beléeue your owne eyes. =Pam.= I woulde wishe no better Glasse, neyther (I suppose) is there anye, more cléere, than that in which I presentlye behold my selfe euen now. =Ma.= What Glasse speake you off. =Pam.= Marie euen your owne eyes. =Ma.= Duertharter: how thou talkest alwayes lyke thy selfe, but howe proue you your selfe to bee deade: Doe ghostes & shadowes use to eat meat: =Pam.= They doe, but find no sauour therin, no more doe I. =Ma.= And what, what doe they eate I praye? =Pam.= Mallowes, Léekes and Lupines. =Ma.= But you (I hope) let not to eate Capons and Partriches. =Pam.= I graunt, howbeit I féele no more pleasure in eating them, than if I should crashe vpon Mallowes, or Béetes, without Pepper, wine and vinegar. =Ma.= Alack for you good man, and yet you are in méetely good lyking, & do ghostes speake also. =Pam.= Euen as I doe with a Verye pewling and faint voice. =Ma.= But not long since, when I hearde you checking with mine other suter, your voice was not very fóeble pardie. Moreouer I beséech you tell me this, doe ghostes vse to walke; are they clad in garments; doe they eftsoones sléepe. =Pam.= Yea more than all that, they practise the acte of kinde, but after their owne maner. =Ma.= Now by the faith of my bodye you are a pleasaunt trifler. =Pam.= But what will you saye, if I proue this by substantiall and strong reasons (I meane) my selfe to be dead, and you to be a murtherer. =Ma.= God shylde that (friend _Pamphile_) but let me heare your Sophistrie. =Pam.= First you wil graunt me this: (I suppose) that death is naught else but a seperation of the soule from the body. =Ma.= I graunt. =Pamphilus.= But graunt it so y^e you reuoke and call it not back againe, afterwarde. =Ma.= No more I wyll. =Pam.= Secondly, you wil not denie but he which reaueth the soule, wherein consisteth life, is a murtherer. =Ma.= I consent. =Pam.= You will I am sure graunt me this lykewyse, which most graue and credible Authors haue affirmed, & by the consent and iudgement of all ages hath bene holden truth and allowed, (I meane) that the soule of a man is not where he liueth, but where he loueth. =Ma.= You must vtter that after a more grosse, and plaine sorte, for in good faith I perceyue not your meaning. =Pam.= And I am the more sorie, and euill at ease, bicause you doe not perceiue and féele this to be true, as well as I doe. =Ma.= Make me to feele it then. =Pam.= As well mightest thou bid me, make an Adamant féele it. =Ma.= Now truely I am a yong wench, not a stone. =Pam.= Truth, but more harde yet than the Adamant stone.