[Exeunt Musicians.
Mo. Hence with this book, and now, Mounsieur Clarence, me thinks plaine and prose friendship would do excellent well betwixt us: come thus, Sir, or rather thus, come. Sir, tis time I trowe that we both liv'd like one body, thus, and that both our sides were slit, and concorporat with Organs fit to effect an individuall passage even for our very thoughts; suppose we were one body now, and I charge you beleeve it; whereof I am the hart, and you the liver.
Cla. Your Lordship might well make that division[12], if you knew the plaine song.
Mo. O Sir, and why so I pray?
Cla. First because the heart, is the more worthy entraile, being the first that is borne, and moves, and the last that moves, and dies; and then being the Fountaine of heate too: for wheresoever our heate does not flow directly from the hart to the other Organs there, their action must of necessity cease, and so without you I neither would nor could live.
Mom. Well Sir, for these reasons I may be the heart, why may you be the liver now?
Cla. I am more then asham'd, to tell you that my Lord.
Mom. Nay, nay, be not too suspitious of my judgement in you I beseech you: asham'd friend? if your love overcome not that shame, a shame take that love, I saie. Come sir, why may you be the liver?
Cla. The plaine, and short truth is (my Lord) because I am all liver, and turn'd lover.
Mom. Lover?