+Pet.+ Now, as I am truly noble, 'tis a wrongful imputation upon me. [_Aside._ +Leo.+ Well, if he had but bounty annexed to his other sufficiencies, he were unparalleled. +Duke.+ Nay, there's no man in the earth more liberal: take it upon my word, he has not that thing in the world so dear or precious in his esteem, which he will not most willingly part with upon the least summons of his friend. +Pet.+ Now must I give away some two or three hundred pounds' worth of toys, to maintain this assertion. [_Aside._ +Lio.+ You spoke of verses e'en now; if you have the copy, pray vouchsafe us a sight of them. +Duke.+ I cannot suddenly resolve you: yes, here they are. +Lio.+ What's this? A MADRIGAL OF BEAUTY. _If I should praise her virtue and her beauty, as 'tis my duty; And tell how every grace doth her become: 'tis ten to one, But I should fail in the expression._ +Leo.+ Ay marry, sir, this sounds something like excellent. +Lio.+ _Then, by your leave, Although I cannot write what I conceive; 'tis my desire, That what I fail to speak, you would admire._ +Leo.+ Why, this has some taste in't: how should he arrive to this admirable invention? +Duke.+ Are you so preposterous in your opinion, to think that wit and elegancy in writing are only confined to stagers and book-worms? 'Twere a solecism to imagine that a young bravery, who lives in the perpetual sphere of humanity, where every waiting-woman speaks perfect Arcadia,[330] and the ladies lips distil with the very quintessence of conceit, should be so barren of apprehension, as not to participate of their virtues. +Leo.+ Now I consider, they are great helps to a man. +Duke.+ But when he has travelled, and delibated the French[331] and the Spanish; can lie a-bed, and expound _Astræa_,[332] and digest him into compliments; and when he is up, accost his mistress with what he had read in the morning; now, if such a one should rack up his imagination, and give wings to his muse, 'tis credible, he should more catch your delicate court-ear, than all you head-scratchers, thumb-biters, lamp-wasters of them all. +Leo.+ Well, I say the iniquity of fortune appears in nothing more, than not advancing that man to some extraordinary honours. +Lio.+ But I never thought he had any genius that way. +Duke.+ What, because he has been backward to produce his good qualities? Believe it, poetry will out; it can no more be hid than fire or love. +Pet.+ I'll break them off, they have e'en spoken enough in my behalf for nothing, o' conscience. [_Aside._] Save you, Cavalieros!