To. He may have more on't,
Handle a bell, as you were haling timber;
Gross, gross, and base, absurd.
Ring. I'll mend it next peal.
Boy. To intreat a knowledge of you, whether it be
By the Ear you ring thus cunningly, or by the Eye;
For to be plain, he has laid ten pounds upon't.
Wild. But which way has he laid?
Boy. That your Ear guides you,
And not your Eye.
To. Has won, has won, the Ear's our only instrument:
Boy. But how shall we be sure on't.
To. Put all the lights out, to what end serve our eyes then?
Wild. A plain Case.
Boy. You say true, 'tis a fine cunning thing to ring by th' Ear sure:
And can you ring i' th' dark so?