Hor. Remember where to meete mee.
Asin. Yes Ile meete; Tucca should ha found I dare meete.
Exit.
Ho. Dare defend baldnes, which our conquering Muse
Has beaten downe so flat? Well, we will goe,
And see what weapons theyr weake wittes doe bring;
If sharpe, we’ll spred a large and nobler wing;
Tucca, heere lyes thy Peace: warre roares agen;
My Swoord shall neuer cutte thee, but my pen.
Exit.
Enter Sir Adam, Crispinus, Fannius, Blunt, Miniuer, Petula, Philocalia and Dicace.
Ladies. Thankes good Sir Adam.
Sir Ada. Welcome red-cheekt Ladies,
And welcome comely Widdow; Gentlemen,
Now that our sorry banquet is put by,
From stealing more sweet kisses from your lips
Walke in my garden: Ladyes let your eyes
Shed life into these flowers by their bright beames,
Sit, Sit, heere’s a large bower, heere all may heare,
Now good Crispinus let your praize begin
There, where it left off Baldnes.
Cris. I shall winne
No praise, by praising that, which to depraue,
All tongues are readie, and which none would haue.