_Rod._ 'Twas no small study in their Libraries Brought you to this experience: But what think ye Of that fair red and white, which we call Beauty? _Mar._ Why? 'tis our creature Sir, we give it 'em, Because we like those colours, else 'tis certain A blew face with a motley nose would do it; And be as great a beauty, so we lov'd it; That we cannot give, which is only beauty, Is a fair Mind. _Rod._ By this rule, all our choices Are to no ends. _Marc._ Except the dull end, Doing. _Rod._ Then all to you seem equal? _Marc._ Very true Sir, And that makes equal dealing: I love any That's worth love. _Rod._ How long love ye Signior? _Marc._ Till I have other business. _Rod._ Do you never Love stedfastly one woman? _Mar._ 'Tis a toil Sir Like riding in one rode perpetually, It offers no variety. _Rod._ Right youth, He must needs make a Soldier; nor do you think One Woman, can love one man? _Mar._ Yes, that may be. Though it appear not often; they are things ignorant, And therefore apted to that superstition Of doting fondness; yet of late years Signior, That worlds well mended with 'em, fewer are found now That love at len[g]th, and to the right mark, all Stir now [as] the time stirs; fame and fashion Are ends they aim at now, and to make that love That wiser ages held ambition; They that cannot reach this may love by Index; By every days surveying who best promises, Who has done best, who may do, and who mended May come to do again: who appear nearest Either in new stampt clothes; or courtesies, Done but from hand to mouth neither; nor love they these things Longer than new are making, nor that succession Beyond the next fair feather: Take the City, There they go to't by gold weight, no gain from 'em All they can work by fire and water to 'em, Profit is all they point at, if there be love 'Tis shew'd ye by so dark a light, to bear out The bracks and old stains in it, that ye may purchase _French_ Velvet better cheap, all loves are endless. _Rod._ Faith, if you have a Mistriss, would she heard you. _Mar._ 'Twere but the vent'ring of my place, or swearing I meant it but for argument, as Schoolmen Dispute high questions. _Rod._ What a world is this When young men dare determine what those are Age and the best experience ne'r could aim at. _Marc._ They were thick ey'd then Sir; now the print is bigger And they may read their fortunes without spectacles. _Rod._ Did you ne'r love? _Mar._ Faith yes, once after supper, And the fit held till midnight. _Rod._ Hot, or shaking. _Mar._ To say true, both. _Rod._ How did ye rid it?