Fer. This Maid will not serue your turne sir Clo. This Maide will serue my turne sir Kin. Sir I will pronounce your sentence: You shall fast a Weeke with Branne and water Clo. I had rather pray a Moneth with Mutton and Porridge Kin. And Don Armado shall be your keeper. My Lord Berowne, see him deliuer'd ore, And goe we Lords to put in practice that, Which each to other hath so strongly sworne Bero. Ile lay my head to any good mans hat, These oathes and lawes will proue an idle scorne. Sirra, come on Clo. I suffer for the truth sir: for true it is, I was taken with Iaquenetta, and Iaquenetta is a true girle, and therefore welcome the sowre cup of prosperitie, affliction may one day smile againe, and vntill then sit downe sorrow. Enter. Enter Armado and Moth his Page. Arma. Boy, What signe is it when a man of great spirit growes melancholy? Boy. A great signe sir, that he will looke sad Brag. Why? sadnesse is one and the selfe-same thing deare impe Boy. No no, O Lord sir no Brag. How canst thou part sadnesse and melancholy my tender Iuuenall? Boy. By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough signeur Brag. Why tough signeur? Why tough signeur? Boy. Why tender Iuuenall? Why tender Iuuenall? Brag. I spoke it tender Iuuenall, as a congruent apathaton, appertaining to thy young daies, which we may nominate tender Boy. And I tough signeur, as an appertinent title to your olde time, which we may name tough Brag. Pretty and apt Boy. How meane you sir, I pretty, and my saying apt? or I apt, and my saying prettie? Brag. Thou pretty because little Boy. Little pretty, because little: wherefore apt? Brag. And therefore apt, because quicke Boy. Speake you this in my praise Master? Brag. In thy condigne praise Boy. I will praise an Eele with the same praise Brag. What? that an Eele is ingenuous Boy. That an Eele is quicke Brag. I doe say thou art quicke in answeres. Thou heat'st my bloud Boy. I am answer'd sir Brag. I loue not to be crost Boy. He speakes the meere contrary, crosses loue not him Br. I haue promis'd to study iij. yeres with the Duke Boy. You may doe it in an houre sir Brag. Impossible Boy. How many is one thrice told? Bra. I am ill at reckning, it fits the spirit of a Tapster Boy. You are a gentleman and a gamester sir Brag. I confesse both, they are both the varnish of a compleat man Boy. Then I am sure you know how much the grosse summe of deus-ace amounts to Brag. It doth amount to one more then two Boy. Which the base vulgar call three Br. True Boy. Why sir is this such a peece of study? Now here's three studied, ere you'll thrice wink, & how easie it is to put yeres to the word three, and study three yeeres in two words, the dancing horse will tell you Brag. A most fine Figure Boy. To proue you a Cypher