and Ladies, I invite you all to supper to night, and you shall not deny
me.

_All_. We will attend your Lordshippe.

_Tal_. Come Ladies let's into the gallery a little.

[_Exeunt_.

_Mom_. And now what saies mine owne deare Neece yfaith?

_Eug_. What shood she say to the backside of a paper?

_Mom_. Come, come, I know you have byn a' the belly side.

_Eug_. Now was there ever Lord so prodigall
Of his owne honour'd bloud, and dignity?

_Mom_. Away with these same horse-faire allegations; will you answer the
letter?

_Eug_. Gods my life, you goe like a cunning spokesman, answer uncle;
what, doe you thinke me desperate of a husband?

_Mom_. Not so, Neece; but carelesse of your poore Vncle.

_Eug_. I will not write, that's certaine.

_Mom_. What, wil you have my friend and I perish? doe you thirst our
blouds?

_Eug_. O yare in a mighty danger, noe doubt on't.

_Mom_. If you have our blouds, beware our ghosts, I can tell ye; come,
will ye write?

_Eug_. I will not write yfaith.

_Mom_. Yfaith dame, then I must be your secretary, I see; heres the
letter, come, doe you dictate, and ile write.

_Eug_. If you write no otherwise then I dictate, it will scarce prove a
kinde answer, I beleeve.

_Mom_. But you will be advis'de, I trust. Secretaries are of counsell
with their Countesses; thus it begins: _Suffer him to love, that suffers
not loving_. What answere you to that?

_Eug_. He loves extreamely that suffers not in love.

_Mom_. He answers you for that presently, his love is without passion,
and therefore free from alteration, for _Pati_ you know is _in
alterationem labi_; he loves you in his soule, he tels you, wherein
there is no passion. Saie dame what answer you?

_Eug_. Nay if I answere anie thing--

_Mom_. Why? very well, ile answer for you.

_Eug_. You answere? shall I set my hand to your answere?

_Mom_. I, by my faith shall ye.

_Eug_. By my faith, but you shall answere as I wood have you then.

_Mom_. Alwaies put in with advice of your secretary, Neece, come, what
answere you?

_Eug_. Since you needes will have my Answere, Ile answere briefely to
the first, and last part of his letter.

_Mom_. Doe so, Neece; and leave the midst for himselfe a gods name: what
is your answeare?

_Eug_. _I cannot but suffer you to love, if you doe love_.

_Mom_. Why very good, there it is,--_and will requite your love_; say
you so? [_He writes, and