MR BAR. O Master Goursey, neighbour-amity Is such a jewel of high-reckoned worth, As for the attain of it what would not I Disburse, it is so precious in my thoughts! MR GOUR. Kind sir, near-dwelling amity indeed Offers the heart's inquiry better view Than love that's seated in a farther soil: As prospectives[209], the[210] nearer that they be, Yield better judgment to the judging eye; Things seen far off are lessened in the eye, When their true shape is seen being hard by. MR BAR. True, sir, 'tis so; and truly I esteem Mere[211] amity, familiar neighbourhood, The cousin german unto wedded love. MR GOUR. Ay, sir, there's surely some alliance 'twixt them, For they have both the offspring from the heart: Within the heart's-blood-ocean still are found Jewels of amity and gems of love. MR BAR. Ay, Master Goursey, I have in my time Seen many shipwrecks of true honesty; But incident such dangers ever are To them that without compass sail so far: Why, what need men to swim, when they may wade?-- But leave this talk, enough of this is said: And, Master Goursey, in good faith, sir, welcome;-- And, Mistress Goursey, I am much in debt Unto your kindness that would visit me. MRS GOUR. O Master Barnes, you put me but in mind Of that which I should say; 'tis we that are Indebted to your kindness for this cheer: Which debt that we may repay, I pray let's have Sometimes your company at our homely house. MRS BAR. That, Mistress Goursey, you shall surely have; He'll[212] be a bold guest, I warrant ye, And bolder too with you than I would have him. MRS. GOUR. How, do you mean he will be bold with me? MRS BAR. Why, he will trouble you at home, forsooth, Often call in, and ask ye how ye do; And sit and chat with you all day till night, And all night too,[213] if he might have his will. MR BAR. Ay, wife, indeed I thank her for her kindness; She hath made me much good cheer passing that way. MRS BAR. Passing well-done of her, she is a kind wench. I thank ye, Mistress Goursey, for my husband; And if it hap your husband come our way A-hunting or such ordinary sports, I'll do as much for yours as you for mine. MR GOUR. Pray do, forsooth.--God's Lord, what means the woman? She speaks it scornfully: faith, I care not; Things are well-spoken, if they be well-taken. [_Aside_.] What, Mistress Barnes, is it not time to part? MRS BAR. What's a-clock, sirrah? NICHOLAS. 'Tis but new-struck one. MR GOUR. I have some business in the town by three. MR BAR. Till then let's walk into the orchard, sir. What, can you play at tables? MR GOUR. Yes, I can. MR BAR. What, shall we have a game? MR GOUR. And if you please. MR BAR. I'faith, content; we'll spend an hour so. Sirrah, fetch the tables.[214] NICH. I will, sir. [_Exit_. PHIL. Sirrah Frank, whilst they are playing here, We'll to the green to bowls.