263Ide make her soone confesse she neuer loued

264Her father halfe so well as I doe you.

265I then, my deeds should proue in playner case,

266How much my zeale aboundeth to your grace:

267But for them all, let this one meane suffice,

268To ratify my loue before your eyes:

269I haue right noble Suters to my loue,

270No worse then Kings, and happely I loue one:

271Yet, would you haue me make my choyce anew,

272Ide bridle fancy, and be rulde by you.

273Leir. Did neuer Philomel sing so sweet a note.

274Cord. Did neuer flatterer tell so false a tale.

275Leir. Speak now, Cordella, make my ioyes at full,

276And drop downe Nectar from thy hony lips.

277Cor. I cannot paynt my duty forth in words,

278I hope my deeds shall make report for me:

279But looke what loue the child doth owe the father,

280The same to you I beare, my gracious Lord.

281Gon. Here is an answere answerlesse indeed:

282Were you my daughter, I should scarcely brooke it.

283Rag. Dost thou not blush, proud Peacock as thou art,

284To make our father such a slight reply?

285Leir. Why how now, Minion, are you growne so proud?

286Doth our deare loue make you thus peremptory?

287What, is your loue become so small to vs,

288As that you scorne to tell vs what it is?

289Do you loue vs, as euery child doth loue

290Their father? True indeed, as some,

291Who by disobedience short their fathers dayes,

292And so would you; some are so father-sick,

293That they make meanes to rid them from the world;

294And so would you: some are indifferent,

295Whether their aged parents liue or dye;

296And so are you. But, didst thou know, proud gyrle,

297What care I had to foster thee to this,

298Ah, then thou wouldst say as thy sisters do: ??

299Our life is lesse, then loue we owe to you.

300Cord. Deare father, do not so mistake my words,