King. You speake of that I wood doe, Madam, but in earnest, I am now suing for a new Mistres; looke in my hand sweet Lady, and tell me what fortune I shall have with her.
Eug. Doe you thinke me a witch, Sir Cutberd?
King. Pardon me Madam, but I know you to bee learned in all things.
Eug. Come on, lets see.
Hip. He does you a speciall favour Lady, to give you his open hand, for tis commonly shut they say.
King. What find you in it, Madam?
Eug. Shut it now, and ile tell yee.
King. What now Lady?
Eug. Y'ave the worst hand that ever I saw Knight have; when tis open, one can find nothing in it, and when tis shut one can get nothing out ont.
King. The age of letting goe is past, Madam; we must not now let goe, but strike up mens heeles, and take am as they fall.