Qu. Sweet hearts we shall be rich ere we depart, If fairings come thus plentifully in. A Lady wal'd about with Diamonds: Look you, what I haue from the louing King Rosa. Madam, came nothing else along with that? Qu. Nothing but this: yes as much loue in Rime, As would be cram'd vp in a sheet of paper Writ on both sides the leafe, margent and all, That he was faine to seale on Cupids name Rosa. That was the way to make his god-head wax: For he hath beene fiue thousand yeeres a Boy Kath. I, and a shrewd vnhappy gallowes too Ros. You'll nere be friends with him, a kild your sister Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heauy, and so she died: had she beene Light like you, of such a merrie nimble stirring spirit, she might a bin a Grandam ere she died. And so may you: For a light heart liues long Ros. What's your darke meaning mouse, of this light word? Kat. A light condition in a beauty darke Ros. We need more light to finde your meaning out Kat. You'll marre the light by taking it in snuffe: Therefore Ile darkely end the argument Ros. Look what you doe, you doe it stil i'th darke Kat. So do not you, for you are a light Wench Ros. Indeed I waigh not you, and therefore light Ka. You waigh me not, O that's you care not for me Ros. Great reason: for past care, is still past cure Qu. Well bandied both, a set of Wit well played. But Rosaline, you haue a Fauour too? Who sent it? and what is it? Ros. I would you knew. And if my face were but as faire as yours, My Fauour were as great, be witnesse this. Nay, I haue Verses too, I thanke Berowne, The numbers true, and were the numbring too. I were the fairest goddesse on the ground. I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs. O he hath drawne my picture in his letter Qu. Any thing like? Ros. Much in the letters, nothing in the praise Qu. Beauteous as Incke: a good conclusion Kat. Faire as a text B. in a Coppie booke Ros. Ware pensals. How? Let me not die your debtor, My red Dominicall, my golden letter. O that your face were full of Oes Qu. A Pox of that iest, and I beshrew all Shrowes: But Katherine, what was sent to you From faire Dumaine? Kat. Madame, this Gloue Qu. Did he not send you twaine? Kat. Yes Madame: and moreouer, Some thousand Verses of a faithfull Louer. A huge translation of hypocrisie, Vildly compiled, profound simplicitie Mar. This, and these Pearls, to me sent Longauile. The Letter is too long by halfe a mile Qu. I thinke no lesse: Dost thou wish in heart The Chaine were longer, and the Letter short Mar. I, or I would these hands might neuer part Quee. We are wise girles to mocke our Louers so