orde for idlenes sake.

_Fur_. Sir _Cut_, I say, to her Captaine.

_Penel_. Come good servant let's see what you worke.

_Goos_. Why looke you, Mistris, I am makeing a fine dry sea, full of
fish, playing in the bottome, and here ile let in the water so lively,
that you shall heare it rore.

_Eug_. Not heare it, sir _Gyles_?

_Goos_. Yes in sooth, Madam, with your eyes.

_Tal_. I, Lady; for when a thing is done so exceedingly to the life, as
my Knightly cosen does it, the eye oftentimes takes so strong a heede of
it, that it cannot containe it alone, and therefore the eare seemes to
take part with it.

_Hip_. That's a verie good reason, my Lord.

_Mom_. What a jest it is, to heare how seriouslie he strives to make his
foolish kinsmans answeres wise ones?

_Pene_. What shall this be, servant?

_Goos_. This shall be a great Whale, Mistris, at all his bignesse
spouting huge Hils of salt-water afore him, like a little water squirt,
but you shall not neede to feare him Mistris, for he shal be silke, and
gould, he shall doe you noe harme, and he be nere so lively.

_Pene_. Thanke you, good servant.

_Tal_. Doe not thinke, Lady, but he had neede tell you this a forehand:
for, a mine honour, he wrought me the monster _Caucasus_ so lively, that
at the first sight I started at it.

_Mom_. The monster _Caucasus_? my Lord, _Caucasus_ is a Mountaine;
_Cacus_ you meane.

_Tal_. _Cacus_ indeede, my Lord, crie you mercie.

_Goos_. Heere ile take out your eye, and you wil Mistris.

_Pene_. No by my faith, Servant, t'is better in.

_Goos_. Why, Ladie, Ile but take it out in jest, in earnest.

_Pene_. No, something else there, good servant.

_Goos_. Why then here shall be a Camell, and he shall have hornes, and
he shall looke for all the World like a maide without a husband.

_Hip_. O bitter sir _Giles_.

_Ta_. Nay he has a drie wit, Ladie, I can tell ye.

_Pene_. He bobd me there indeed, my Lord.

_Fur_. Marry him, sweet Lady, to answere his bitter bob.

_King_. So she maie answere him with hornes indeed.

_Eug_. See what a pretty worke he weares in his boote-hose.

_Hip_. Did you worke them your selfe, sir _Gyles_, or buy them?

_Goos_. I bought am for nothing, Madam, in th'exchange.

_Eug_. Bought am for nothing?

_Tal_. Indeed, Madam, in th'exchange they so honour him for his worke,
that they will take nothing for any thing he buies on am; but wheres the
rich night-cap you wroght, cosen? if it had no