Pro. But do'st thou heare: gau'st thou my Letter to Iulia? Sp. I Sir: I (a lost-Mutton) gaue your Letter to her (a lac'd-Mutton) and she (a lac'd-Mutton) gaue mee (a lost-Mutton) nothing for my labour Pro. Here's too small a Pasture for such store of Muttons Sp. If the ground be ouer-charg'd, you were best sticke her Pro. Nay, in that you are astray: 'twere best pound you Sp. Nay Sir, lesse then a pound shall serue me for carrying your Letter Pro. You mistake; I meane the pound, a Pinfold Sp. From a pound to a pin? fold it ouer and ouer, 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your louer Pro. But what said she? Sp. I Pro. Nod-I, why that's noddy Sp. You mistooke Sir: I say she did nod; And you aske me if she did nod, and I say I Pro. And that set together is noddy Sp. Now you haue taken the paines to set it together, take it for your paines Pro. No, no, you shall haue it for bearing the letter Sp. Well, I perceiue I must be faine to beare with you Pro. Why Sir, how doe you beare with me? Sp. Marry Sir, the letter very orderly, Hauing nothing but the word noddy for my paines Pro. Beshrew me, but you haue a quicke wit Sp. And yet it cannot ouer-take your slow purse Pro. Come, come, open the matter in briefe; what said she Sp. Open your purse, that the money, and the matter may be both at once deliuered Pro. Well Sir: here is for your paines: what said she? Sp. Truely Sir, I thinke you'll hardly win her Pro. Why? could'st thou perceiue so much from her? Sp. Sir, I could perceiue nothing at all from her; No, not so much as a ducket for deliuering your letter: And being so hard to me, that brought your minde; I feare she'll proue as hard to you in telling your minde. Giue her no token but stones, for she's as hard as steele Pro. What said she, nothing? Sp. No, not so much as take this for thy pains: To testifie your bounty, I thank you, you haue cestern'd me; In requital whereof, henceforth, carry your letters your selfe; And so Sir, I'le commend you to my Master Pro. Go, go, be gone, to saue your Ship from wrack, Which cannot perish hauing thee aboarde, Being destin'd to a drier death on shore: I must goe send some better Messenger, I feare my Iulia would not daigne my lines, Receiuing them from such a worthlesse post. Enter. Scoena Secunda. Enter Iulia and Lucetta. Iul. But say Lucetta (now we are alone) Would'st thou then counsaile me to fall in loue? Luc. I Madam, so you stumble not vnheedfully Iul. Of all the faire resort of Gentlemen, That euery day with par'le encounter me, In thy opinion which is worthiest loue? Lu. Please you repeat their names, ile shew my minde, According to my shallow simple skill Iu. What thinkst thou of the faire sir Eglamoure? Lu. As of a Knight, well-spoken, neat, and fine; But were I you, he neuer should be mine