[Exeunt.
Finis Actus Primi.
Actvs Secvndi.
SCENA PRIMA.
Clarence Solus.
Cla. I that have studied with world-skorning thoughts
The way of Heaven, and how trew Heaven is reacht
To know how mighty, and how many are
The strange affections of enchaunted number;
How to distinguish all the motions
Of the Celestiall bodies, and what power
Doth separate in such forme this massive Rownd;
What is his Essence, Efficacies, Beames,
Foot-steps, and Shadowes; what Eternesse[15] is,
The World, and Time, and Generation;
What Soule, the worlds Soule is, what the blacke Springs
And unreveald Originall of Things,
What their perseverance; what's life, and death,
And what our certaine Restauration;
Am with the staid-heads of this Time imploy'd
To watch with all my Nerves a Female shade.
Enter Wynnifred, Anabell, with their sowing workes and sing: After their song Enter Lord Momford.
Mom. Witty Mistrisse Wynnifred, where is your Countesse, I pray?
Wyn. Faith your Lordship is bould enough to seeke her out, if she were at her urinall?
Mom. Then sh'as done, it seemes, for here she comes to save me that labour; away, wenches, get you hence wenches. [Exeunt.