Do. Me thinks you two shood use much conference.
Cla. Alas sir, we doe verie seldome meet,
For her estate and mine are so unequall,
And then her knowledge passeth mine so farre,
That I hold much too sacred a respect,
Of her high vertues to let mine attend them.
Do. Pardon me, Sir, this humblenes cannot flowe Out of your judgment but from passion.
Cla. Indeed I doe account that passion
The very high perfection of my minde,
That is excited by her excellence,
And therefore willingly, and gladly feele it.
For what was spoken of the most chast Queene
Of rich Pasiaca [?] may be said of her.
Moribus Antevenit sortem[45], virtutibus Annos,
Sexum animo, morum Nobilitate Genus.
Do. A most excellent Distick.
Mom. Come, Lords, away, lets not presume too much
Of a good nature; not for all I have
Wood I have him take knowledge of the wrong
I rudely offer him: come then ile shew
A few rare jewels to your honour'd eyes;
And then present you with a common supper.
Goos. Iewells, my Lord? why is not this candlesticke one of your jewells pray?
Mom. Yes marry is it, sir Gyles, if you will.
Goos. Tis a most fine candlesticke in truth, it wants nothing but the languages.
Pene. The languages servant why the languages?