Goos. I say so still my Lord, but I am so borne downe with truth, as never any Knight ith world was I thinke.
Ta. A man wood thinke he speakes simply now; but indeed it is in the will of the parents, to make which child they will youngest, or eldest: For often we see the youngest inherite, wherein he is eldest.
Eug. Your logicall wit my Lord is able to make any thing good.
Mom. Well come sweet Lords, and Ladies, let us spend
The time till supper-time with some such sights,
As my poore house is furnished withall,
Pictures, and jewels; of which implements,
It may be I have some will please you much.
Goos, Sweet Lord, lets see them.
[Exeunt.
[SCENE 2.]
Enter Clarence, and Doctor.
Do. I thinke your disease sir, be rather of the minde then the body.
Cla. Be there diseases of the minde Doctor?