Pene. Pardon my Lord, I have never a spare eye to cast away, I assure ye.
Tal. I wonder you shood count it cast away, Ladie, uppon him; doe you remember those fewe of his good parts I rehearst to you.
Pene. Verie perfectly, my Lord; amongst which one of them was, that he is the best Sempster of any woman in England: pray lets see some of his worke?
Hip. Sweet Lord, lets see him sowe a little.
Tal. You shall, a mine honour, Lady.
Eug. Hees a goodly greate Knight indeed; and a little needle in his hand will become him prettelie.
King. From the Spanish Pike to the Spanish Needle, he shall play with any Knight in England, Ladie.
Eug. But not è converso, from the Spanish needle to the Spanish Pike.
King. I thinke he be too wise for that indeed, Madam, for he has twenty Miles length in land lies togeather, and he wood bee loath to bring it all to the length of a Pike.
Hip. But no man commends my blount Servant sir Cut. Rudesby, methinks.