ug_. I'st true, youths? are Knights fit subjects for your knaveries?

_Will_. Pray pardon us, Madam, we would be glad to please anie body.

_Ia_. I indeed, Madam, and we were sure we pleased them highly, to tell
them you were desirous of their company.

_Hip_. O t'was good, _Eugenia_, their livers were too hot, you know, and
for temper sake they must needs have a cooling carde[22] plaid upon
them.

_Wil_. And besides Madam we wood have them know that your two little
Pages, which are lesse by halfe then two leaves, have more learning in
them then is in all their three volumnes.

_Ia_. I yfaith _Will_, and put their great pagicall index to them, too.

_Hip_. But how will ye excuse your abuses, wags?

_Wil_. We doubt not, Madam, but if it please your Ladiship to put up
their abuses.

_Ia_. Trusting they are not so deere to you, but you may.

_Wil_. We shall make them gladly furnishe their pockets with them.

_Hip_. Well, children and foules, agree as you will, and let the World
know now, women have nothing to doe with you.

_Pe_. Come, Madam, I thinke your Dinner bee almost ready.

_Enter Tales, Kingcob_.

_Hip_. And see, here are two honourable guests for you, the Lord
_Tales_, and sir _Cutberd Kingcob_.

_Ta_. Lacke you any guests, Madam?

_Eu_. I, my Lord, such guests as you.

_Hip_. Theres as common an answere, as yours was a question, my Lord.

_King_. Why? all things shood be common betwixt Lords, and Ladies, you
know.

_Pe_. Indeed sir _Cutberd Kingcob_, I have heard, you are either of the
familie of Love[23], or of no religion at all.

_Eug_. He may well be said to be of the family of love, he does so flow
in the loves of poore over-throwne Ladies.

_King_. You speake of that I wood doe, Madam, but in earnest, I am now
suing for a new Mistres; looke in my hand sweet Lady, and tell me what
fortune I shall have with her.

_Eug_. Doe you thinke me a witch, Sir _Cutberd_?

_King_. Pardon me Madam, but I know you to bee learned in all things.

_Eug_. Come on, lets see.

_Hip_. He does you a speciall favour Lady, to give you his open hand,
for tis commonly shut they say.

_King_. What find you in it, Madam?

_Eug_. Shut it now, and ile tell yee.

_King_. What now Lady?

_Eug_. Y'ave the worst hand that ever I saw Knight have; when tis open,
one can find nothing in it, and when tis shut one can get nothing out
ont.

_King_. The age of letting goe is past, Madam; we must not now let