_Clow._ Not with a Lady, I'd rather lye with you, than lie with my Master, by your leave in such a case as this. _Guard._ Yet agen your eye? _Cun._ The fool makes mirth i'faith, I would hear some. _Guard._ Come, you shall hear none but me. _Nee._ Come hither, friend, nay, come nearer me; did Thy Master send thee to me? he may be wise, But did not shew it much in that; men sometimes May wrong themselves unawares, when they least think on't; Was _Vulcan_ ever so unwise to send _Mars_ To be his spokesman, when he went a wooing? Send thee? hey-ho, a pretty rowling eye. _Clow._ I can turn up the white and the black too, and need be forsooth. _Nee._ Why, here's an amor[o]us nose. [_Clow._] You see the worst of my nose, forsooth. _Nee._ A cheek, how I could put it now in dalliance, A pair of Lips, oh that we were uney'd, I could suck Sugar from 'em, what a beard's here! When will the Knight thy Master have such a Stamp of manhood on his face? nay, do not blush. _Clow._ 'Tis nothing but my flesh and blood that rises so. _Cun._ 'Death, she courts the fool. _Guard._ Away, away, 'tis sport, do not mind it. _Nee._ Give me thy hand, come, be familiar; [I, h]ere's a promising palm; what a soft Handful of pleasure's here, here's Down compar'd With Flocks and quilted Straw, thy Knights fingers Are lean mattrice rubbers to these Feathers, I prethee let me lean my cheek upon't. What a soft pillow's here! _Clow._ Hum, umh, hu, hum. _Neece._ Why there's a courage in that lively passion, Measure thee all o'r, there's not a limb But has his full proportion, it is my voice, There's no compare betwixt the Knight and thee, The goodlier man [by] half, at once now I see thee all over. _Clow._ If you had seen me swim t'other day on my back, you would have sed you had seen, there was two Chambermaids that saw me, and my legs by chance were tangled in the flags, and when they saw how I was hang'd, they cryed out, Oh help the man for fear he be drown'd. _Neec._ They could do no less in pity, come thine arm, we'll walk together. _Cun._ Blindness of Love and Women, why she dotes upon the fool. _Guard._ What's that to you, mind her not. _Cun._ Away you Burr. _Guard._ How's that? _Cun._ Hang of Fleshook, fasten thine itchy claspe On some dry Toad-stool that will kindle with thee, And burn together. _Guard._ Oh abominable, Why do you not love me? _Cun._ No, never did; I took thee down a little way to Enforce a Vomit from my offended stomach, Now thou'rt up agen, I loath thee filthily. _Guard._ Oh villain. _Cun._ Why dost thou not see a sight. Would make a man abjure the sight of Women. _Neece._ Ha, ha, ha, he's vext; ha, ha, ha. _Clow._ Ha, ha, ha. _Neece._ Why dost thou laugh?