Whilst this Paradox is in speaking, Tucca Enters with Sir Vaughan at one doore, and secretly placeth him: then Exit and brings in Horace muffled, placing him: Tucca sits among them.
Tuc. Th’art within a haire of it, my sweete Wit whether wilt thou? my delicate Poeticall Furie, th’ ast hit it to a haire.
Sir Vaughan steps out.
Sir Vau. By your fauour Master Tucky, his balde reasons are wide aboue two hayres, I besees you pardon mee Ladies, that I thrust in so malepartly among you, for I did but mych heere, and see how this cruell Poet did handle bald heades.
Sir Ad. He gaue them but their due Sir Vaughan; Widdow did he not?
Mini. By my faith he made more of a balde head, than euer I shall be able: he gaue them their due truely.
Sir Vaugh. Nay vds bloud, their due is to bee a the right haire as I am, and that was not in his fingers to giue, but in God a Mighties: Well, I will hyre that humorous and fantasticall Poet Master Horace, to breake your balde pate Sir Adam.
Sir Ada. Breake my balde pate?
Tuc. Dost heare my worshipfull block-head?
Sir Vaug. Patience Captaine Tucky, let me absolue him; I meane he shal pricke, pricke your head or sconce a little with his goose-quils, for he shal make another Thalimum, or crosse-stickes, or some Polinoddyes, with a fewe Nappy-grams in them, that shall lift vp haire, and set it an end, with his learned and harty commendations.