King. Tis time to leave your Chests, Ladies; tis too studious an exercise after Dinner.
Tal. Why is it cal'd Chests?
Hip. Because they leane upon their Chests that play at it.
Tal. I wood have it cald the strife of wits, for tis a game so witty, that with strife for maisterie, we hunt it eagerly.
Eug. Specially where the wit of the Goosecaps are in chase my Lord.
Tal. I am a Goosecappe by the mothers side, Madam; at least my mother was a Goosecappe.
Pene. And you were her white[36] sonne, I warrant my Lord.
Tal. I was the youngest, Lady, and therefore must bee her white sonne, yee know; the youngest of ten I was.
Hip. And the wisest of Fifteene.
Tal. And sweet Lady will yee cast a kinde eye now upon my Cosin, Sir Gyles Goosecappe.