Eug. I'st true, youths? are Knights fit subjects for your knaveries?
Will. Pray pardon us, Madam, we would be glad to please anie body.
Ia. I indeed, Madam, and we were sure we pleased them highly, to tell them you were desirous of their company.
Hip. O t'was good, Eugenia, their livers were too hot, you know, and for temper sake they must needs have a cooling carde[22] plaid upon them.
Wil. And besides Madam we wood have them know that your two little Pages, which are lesse by halfe then two leaves, have more learning in them then is in all their three volumnes.
Ia. I yfaith Will, and put their great pagicall index to them, too.
Hip. But how will ye excuse your abuses, wags?
Wil. We doubt not, Madam, but if it please your Ladiship to put up their abuses.
Ia. Trusting they are not so deere to you, but you may.
Wil. We shall make them gladly furnishe their pockets with them.