Long. I beseech you a word: what is she in the white? Boy. A woman somtimes, if you saw her in the light Long. Perchance light in the light: I desire her name Boy. Shee hath but one for her selfe, To desire that were a shame Long. Pray you sir, whose daughter? Boy. Her Mothers, I haue heard Long. Gods blessing a your beard Boy. Good sir be not offended, Shee is an heyre of Faulconbridge Long. Nay, my choller is ended: Shee is a most sweet Lady. Exit. Long. Boy. Not vnlike sir, that may be. Enter Beroune. Ber. What's her name in the cap Boy. Katherine by good hap Ber. Is she wedded, or no Boy. To her will sir, or so, Ber. You are welcome sir, adiew Boy. Fare well to me sir, and welcome to you. Enter. La.Ma. That last is Beroune, the mery mad-cap Lord. Not a word with him, but a iest Boy. And euery iest but a word Pri. It was well done of you to take him at his word Boy. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to boord La.Ma. Two hot Sheepes marie: And wherefore not Ships? Boy. No Sheepe (sweet Lamb) vnlesse we feed on your lips La. You Sheepe & I pasture: shall that finish the iest? Boy. So you grant pasture for me La. Not so gentle beast. My lips are no Common, though seuerall they be Bo. Belonging to whom? La. To my fortunes and me Prin. Good wits wil be iangling, but gentles agree. This ciuill warre of wits were much better vsed On Nauar and his bookemen, for heere 'tis abus'd Bo. If my obseruation (which very seldome lies By the hearts still rhetoricke, disclosed with eyes) Deceiue me not now, Nauar is infected Prin. With what? Bo. With that which we Louers intitle affected Prin. Your reason Bo. Why all his behauiours doe make their retire, To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire. His hart like an Agot with your print impressed, Proud with his forme, in his eie pride expressed. His tongue all impatient to speake and not see, Did stumble with haste in his eie-sight to be, All sences to that sence did make their repaire, To feele onely looking on fairest of faire: Me thought all his sences were lockt in his eye, As Iewels in Christall for some Prince to Buy. Who tendring their own worth from whence they were glast, Did point out to buy them along as you past. His faces owne margent did coate such amazes, That all eyes saw his eies inchanted with gazes. Ile giue you Aquitaine, and all that is his, And you giue him for my sake, but one louing Kisse Prin. Come to our Pauillion, Boyet is disposde Bro. But to speak that in words, which his eie hath disclos'd. I onelie haue made a mouth of his eie, By adding a tongue, which I know will not lie Lad.Ro. Thou art an old Loue-monger, and speakest skilfully Lad.Ma. He is Cupids Grandfather, and learnes news of him Lad.2. Then was Venus like her mother, for her father is but grim Boy. Do you heare my mad wenches? La.1. No