ART. O love! his fame cannot be redeemed From obloquy; but thee I trust so far, As highly to esteem his worthy son. EUG. That man is all, and more than I have said: His wondrous virtues will hereafter make The people all forgive his father's ill: I was acquainted with him long ago In foreign parts. And, now I think on't, love, He'll be the fittest man to be acquainted With all our secrecies, and be a means To further us; and think I trust his truth, That dare so much commend his worth to thee. ART. He is my neighbour here: that house is Earthworm's, That stands alone beside yon grove of trees; And fear not, dearest love, I'll find a means To send for him: do you acquaint him first. [_Exeunt._ EUPHUES, DOTTEREL, BARNET. EUPH. Then shall I tell my cousin that you are A younger brother, Master Dotterel? DOT. O yes, by any means, sir. EUPH. What's your reason? DOT. A crotchet, sir, a crotchet that I have: Here's one can tell you I have twenty of 'em. BAR. Euphues, dissuade him not; he is resolv'd To keep his birth and fortunes both conceal'd; Yet win her so, or no way. He would know Whether himself be truly lov'd or no; And not his fortunes only. EUPH. Well, access You have already found; pursue it, sir, But give me leave to wonder at your way. Another wooer, to obtain his love, Would put on all his colours; stretch t' appear At his full height, or a degree beyond it; Belie his fortunes; borrow what he wanted; Not make himself less than he truly is. What reason is there that a man possess'd Of fortunes large enough, that they may come boldly A welcome suitor to herself and friends, And, ten to one, speed in his suit the fair And usual way, should play the fool, and lose His precious time in such a hopeless wooing? DOT. Alas, sir! what is a gentleman's time? BAR. Euphues, he tells you true; there are some brains Can never lose their time, whate'er they do: Yet I can tell you, he has read some books. DOT. Do not disparage me. BAR. I warrant thee; And in those books he says he finds examples Of greatest beauties that have so been won. EUPH. O, in "Parismus" and the "Knight o' th' Sun!"[5] Are those your authors? DOT. Yes, and those are good ones. Why should a man of worth, though but a shepherd, Despair to get the love of a king's daughter? EUPH. I prythee, Barnet, how hast thou screw'd up This fool to such a monstrous confidence? BAR. He needs no screwing up; but let him have His swing a little. EUPH. He shall have it freely. But you have seen your mistress, Master Dotterel? How do you find her? coming? DOT. That's all one; I know what I know. BAR. He has already got Some footing in her favour.