r.
O sacred friendship, thanks to thy kinde power,
That being retir'd from all the faithlesse World,
Appear'st to me in my unworldly friend,
And for thine own sake let his noble minde,
By moving presedent to all his kinde,
(Like just _Deucalion_) of Earths stony bones
Repaire the World with humaine bloud and flesh,
And dying vertue with new life refresh.

[_Exit_.

_Actvs Qvartvs_.

_Enter Tales, Kingcob, Eugenia, Hippolyta, Penelope, Winnifred_.

_King_. Tis time to leave your Chests, Ladies; tis too studious an
exercise after Dinner.

_Tal_. Why is it cal'd Chests?

_Hip_. Because they leane upon their Chests that play at it.

_Tal_. I wood have it cald the strife of wits, for tis a game so witty,
that with strife for maisterie, we hunt it eagerly.

_Eug_. Specially where the wit of the _Goosecaps_ are in chase my Lord.

_Tal_. I am a _Goosecappe_ by the mothers side, Madam; at least my
mother was a _Goosecappe_.

_Pene_. And you were her white[36] sonne, I warrant my Lord.

_Tal_. I was the youngest, Lady, and therefore must bee her white sonne,
yee know; the youngest of ten I was.

_Hip_. And the wisest of Fifteene.

_Tal_. And sweet Lady will yee cast a kinde eye now upon my Cosin, Sir
_Gyles Goosecappe_.

_Pene_. Pardon my Lord, I have never a spare eye to cast away,
I assure ye.

_Tal_. I wonder you shood count it cast away, Ladie, uppon him; doe you
remember those fewe of his good parts I rehearst to you.

_Pene_. Verie perfectly, my Lord; amongst which one of them was, that he
is the best Sempster of any woman in England: pray lets see some of his
worke?

_Hip_. Sweet Lord, lets see him sowe a little.

_Tal_. You shall, a mine honour, Lady.

_Eug_. Hees a goodly greate Knight indeed; and a little needle in his
hand will become him prettelie.

_King_. From the _Spanish_ Pike to the _Spanish_ Needle, he shall play
with any Knight in England, Ladie.

_Eug_. But not _e converso_, from the _Spanish_ needle to the _Spanish_
Pike.

_King_. I thinke he be too wise for that indeed, Madam, for he has
twenty Miles length in land lies togeather, and he wood bee loath to
bring it all to the length of a Pike.

_Hip_. But no man commends my blount Servant sir _Cut. Rudesby_,
methinks.

_King_. Hee is a kinde Gentleman, Ladie, though hee bee blunt, and is of
this humour, the more you presume upon him without Ceremonie, the more
he loves yo