Mom. What a jest it is, to heare how seriouslie he strives to make his foolish kinsmans answeres wise ones?
Pene. What shall this be, servant?
Goos. This shall be a great Whale, Mistris, at all his bignesse spouting huge Hils of salt-water afore him, like a little water squirt, but you shall not neede to feare him Mistris, for he shal be silke, and gould, he shall doe you noe harme, and he be nere so lively.
Pene. Thanke you, good servant.
Tal. Doe not thinke, Lady, but he had neede tell you this a forehand: for, a mine honour, he wrought me the monster Caucasus so lively, that at the first sight I started at it.
Mom. The monster Caucasus? my Lord, Caucasus is a Mountaine; Cacus you meane.
Tal. Cacus indeede, my Lord, crie you mercie.
Goos. Heere ile take out your eye, and you wil Mistris.
Pene. No by my faith, Servant, t'is better in.
Goos. Why, Ladie, Ile but take it out in jest, in earnest.