Do. Divinely spoken, Sir, but verie Paradoxicallie.
Enter Momford, Tales, Kingcob, Furnif; Rudes, Goos: Foul: Eugenia, Penelope, Hippolyta, Winnifred.
Mom. Who's there?
[Fur.?] I, my Lord.
Mom. Bring hether the Key of the gallery, me thought I heard the Doctor, and my friend.
Fur. I did so sure.
Mom. Peace then a while, my Lord, We will be bold to evesdroppe; For I know My friend is as respective in his Chamber And by himselfe, of any thing he does As in a Criticke Synods curious eyes, Following therein Pythagoras golden rule— Maximè omnium teipsum reverere.
Cla. Know you the Countesse Eugenia, Sir?
Do. Exceeding wel, Sir; she's a good learned scholler.
Cla. Then I perceive you know her well indeed.