Eug. Heere, beare it backe, I pray.
Mom. I beare you on my backe to heare you. And how play the Ladies, sir Cuthberd? what men doe they play best withall, with Knights or rookes?
Tal. With Knights, my Lord.
Mom. T'is pitty their boord is no broader, and that some men called guls are not added to their game.
King. Why, my Lo? it needs not, they make the Knights guls.
Mom. That's pretty, sir Cuthbert.—You have begon I know, Neece; forth I command you.
Eug. O yare a sweet uncle.
Mom. I have brought here a little Greeke, to helpe mee out withall, and shees so coy of her learning forsooth, she makes it strange.—Lords and Ladies, I invite you all to supper to night, and you shall not deny me.
All. We will attend your Lordshippe.
Tal. Come Ladies let's into the gallery a little.