Doro. Why are you so intentiue to behold, 1960
My pale and wofull lookes, by care controld?
La. And. Because in them a readie way is found,
To cure my care, and heale my hidden wound.
Nano. Good Maister shut your eyes, keepe that conceit,
Surgeons giue Quoine, to get a good receit.
Doro. Peace wanton son, this Ladie did amend
My woundes: mine eyes her hidden griefe shall end,
Looke not too much, it is a waightie case.
Nano. Where as a man puts on a maidens face,
For many times if Ladies weare them not, 1970
A nine moneths wound with little worke is got.
S. Cutb. Ile breake off their dispute, least loue proceed,
From couert smiles, to perfect loue indeed.
Nano. The cats abroad, stirre not, the mice bee still.
L. And. Tut, wee can flie such cats when so we will.
S. Cutb. How fares my guest, take cheare, nought shall default,
That eyther doth concerne your health or ioy,
Vse me, my house, and what is mine is yours.
Doro. Thankes gentle knight, and if all hopes be true,
I hope ere long to do as much for you. 1980