Tal. He will make you flyes, and wormes, of all sorts most lively, and is now working a whole bed embrodred, with nothing but glowe wormes; whose lights a has so perfectly done, that you may goe to bed in the Chamber, doe any thing in the Chamber, without a Candle.
Pene. Never trust me, if it be not incredible; forth my good Lord.
Tal. He is a most excellent Turner, and will turne you wassel-bowles, and posset Cuppes caru'd with libberds faces, and Lyons heads with spouts in their mouths, to let out the posset Ale, most artificially.
Eug. Forth, good Lord Tales.
Pene. Nay, good my Lord no more; you have spoken for him thoroughly I warrant you.
Hip. I lay my life Cupid has shot my sister in love with him out of your lips, my Lord.
Eug. Well, come in, my Lords, and take a bad Dinner with me now, and we will all goe with you at night to a better supper with the Lord and Lady Furnifall.
King. Tale. We attend you, honorable Ladies.
Exeunt.
Actvs Tertii.