_Clow._ Because thou laugh'st, nothing else i'faith. _Cun._ She has but mockt my folly, else she finds not The bosome of my purpose, some other way, Must make me know; I'll try her, and may chance quit The fine dexterity of her Lady-wit. [_Exit._ _Neec._ Yes introth, I laught to think of thy Master, Now, what he would think if he knew this? _Clow._ By my troth I laugh at him too, faith sirrah, he's but a fool to say the truth, though I say't, that should not say't. _Neece._ Yes, thou shouldst say truth, and I believe thee; Well, for this time we'll part, you perceive something, Our tongues betray our hearts, there's our weakness, But pray be silent. _Clow._ As Mouse in Cheese, or Goose in Hay i'faith. _Neece._ Look, we are cut off, there's my hand where my Lips would be. _Clow._ I'll wink, and think 'em thy Lips, farewel. [_Exit._ _Neece._ Now Guardianess, I need not ask where you have been. _Guard._ Oh Lady, never was woman so abus'd. _Enter Clown._ _Clow._ Dost thou hear Lady, sweet-heart, I had forgot to tell thee, if you will, I will come back in the evening. _Neece._ By no means, come not till I send for you. _Clow._ If there be any need, you may think of things when I am gone, I may be convey'd into your chamber, I'll lye under the bed while midnight, or so, or you shall put me up in one of your little boxes, I can creep in at a small hole. _Neece._ These are things I dare not venture, I charge you on my love, never come till I send for you. _Clow. Verbum insapienti_, 'tis enough to the wise, nor I think it is not fit the Knight should know any thing yet. _Neece._ By no means, pray you go now, we are suspected. _Clow._ For the things that are past, let us use our secrets. _Neece._ Now I'll make a firm trial of your love, As you love me, not a word more at this time, Not a syllable, 'tis the seal of love, take heed. _Clow._ Hum, hum, hum, hum--. He humhs loath to depart. [_Exit Clown._ _Neece._ So, this pleasant trouble's gone, now Guardianess, What? your eyes easing your heart, the cause woman? _Guard._ The cause is false man, Madam, oh Lady, I have been gull'd in a shining Carbuncle, A very Glo-worm, that I thought had fire in't, And 'tis as cold as Ice. _Neece._ And justly serv'd, Wouldst thou once think that such an [erring] spring Would dote upon thine Autumn? _Guard._ Oh, had you heard him but protest.