741Proud with his forme, in his eie pride expressed.

742His tongue all impatient to speake and not see,

743Did stumble with haste in his eie-sight to be,

744All sences to that sence did make their repaire,

745To feele onely looking on fairest of faire:

746Me thought all his sences were lockt in his eye,

747As Iewels in Christall for some Prince to buy.

748Who tendring their own worth from whence they were (glast,

749Did point out to buy them along as you past.

750His faces owne margent did coate such amazes,

751That all eyes saw his eies inchanted with gazes.

752Ile giue you Aquitaine, and all that is his,

753And you giue him for my sake, but one louing Kisse.

754Prin. Come to our Pauillion, Boyet is disposde.

755Bro. But to speak that in words, which his eie hath dis-(clos'd.

756I onelie haue made a mouth of his eie,

757By adding a tongue, which I know will not lie.

758Lad. Ro. Thou art an old Loue-monger, and speakest

759skilfully.

760Lad. Ma. He is Cupids Grandfather, and learnes news

761of him.

762Lad.2. Then was Venus like her mother, for her fa-

763ther is but grim.

764Boy. Do you heare my mad wenches?

765La. 1. No.

766Boy. What then, do you see?

767Lad. 2. I, our way to be gone.

768Boy. You are too hard for me. Exeunt omnes.

772Bra. Warble childe, make passionate my sense of hea-

773ring.

774Boy. Concolinel.

775Brag. Sweete Ayer, go tendernesse of yeares: take

776this Key, giue enlargement to the swaine, bring him fe-

777stinatly hither: I must imploy him in a letter to my

778Loue.

779Boy. Will you win your loue with a French braule?

780Bra. How meanest thou, brauling in French?

781Boy. No my compleat master, but to Iigge off a tune

782at the tongues end, canarie to it with the feete, humour

783it with turning vp your eie: sigh a note and sing a note,

784sometime through the throate: if you swallowed loue

785with singing, loue sometime through: nose as if you

786snuft vp loue by smelling loue with your hat penthouse-

787like ore the shop of your eies, with your armes crost on

788your thinbellie doublet, like a Rabbet on a spit, or your

789hands in your pocket, like a man after the old painting,

790and keepe not too long in one tune, but a snip and away:

791these are complements, these are humours, these betraie

792nice wenches that would be betraied without these, and

793make them men of note: do you note men that most are

794affected to these?

795Brag. How hast thou purchased this experience?

796Boy. By my penne of obseruation.

797Brag. But O, but O.

798Boy. The Hobbie-horse is forgot.

799Bra. Cal'st thou my loue Hobbi-horse.

800Boy. No Master, the Hobbie-horse is but a Colt, and

801and your Loue perhaps, a Hacknie:

802But haue you forgot your Loue?

803Brag. Almost I had.

804Boy. Negligent student, learne her by heart.

805Brag. By heart, and in heart Boy.

806Boy. And out of heart Master: all those three I will

807proue.

808Brag. What wilt thou proue?

809Boy. A man, if I liue (and this) by, in, and without, vp-

810on the instant: by heart you loue her, because your heart

811cannot come by her: in heart you loue her, because your

812heart is in loue with her: and out of heart you loue her,

813being out of heart that you cannot enioy her.

814Brag. I am all these three.

815Boy. And three times as much more, and yet nothing

816at all.

817Brag. Fetch hither the Swaine, he must carrie mee a

818letter.

819Boy. A message well simpathis'd, a Horse to be em-

820bassadour for an Asse.

821Brag. Ha, ha, What saiest thou?

822Boy. Marrie sir, you must send the Asse vpon the Horse

823for he is verie slow gated: but I goe.

824Brag. The way is but short, away.

825Boy. As swift as Lead sir.

826Brag. Thy meaning prettie ingenious, is not Lead a

827mettall heauie, dull, and slow?

828Boy. Minnime honest Master, or rather Master no.

829Brad. I say Lead is slow.

830Boy. You are too swift sir to say so.

831Is that Lead slow which is fir'd from a Gunne?

832Brag. Sweete smoke of Rhetorike,

833He reputes me a Cannon, and the Bullet that's he:

834I shoote thee at the Swaine.

835Boy. Thump then, and I flee.

836Bra. A most acute Iuuenall, voluble and free of grace,

837By thy fauour sweet Welkin, I must sigh in thy face.

838Most rude melancholie, Valour giues thee place.

839My Herald is return'd.

841Pag.A wonder Master, here's a Costard broken in a

842shin.

843Ar. Some enigma, some riddle, come, thy Lenuoy

844begin.

845Clo. No egma, no riddle, no lenuoy, no salue, in thee

846male sir. Or sir, Plantan, a plaine Plantan: no lenuoy, no

847lenuoy, no Salue sir, but a Plantan.

848Ar. By vertue thou inforcest laughter, thy sillie

849thought, my spleene, the heauing of my lunges prouokes

850me to rediculous smyling: O pardon me my stars, doth

851the inconsiderate take salue for lenuoy, and the word len-

852uoy for a salue?

853Pag. Doe the wise thinke them other, is not lenuoy a

854salue?

855Ar. No Page, it is an epilogue or discourse to make (plaine,

856Some obscure precedence that hath tofore bin faine.

857Now will I begin your morrall, and do you follow with

858my lenuoy.

859 The Foxe, the Ape, and the Humble-Bee,

860 Were still at oddes, being but three.

861Arm. Vntill the Goose came out of doore,

862 Staying the oddes by adding foure.

863Pag. A good Lenuoy, ending in the Goose: would you

864desire more?

865Clo. The Boy hath sold him a bargaine, a Goose, that's flat

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