Boy. Ye haue a good memorie, Sir, for they are five minutes ere windefall of your Glasse.
Ser. Sir, be credible, tis ballanst to be superlative politicke custome in these houres to dwell in shallowe accoutrements, as a defence for the abilitie of his pursse from the infringed Oath of some impudent face, that will borrowe a gentlemans revenewes if he be vestally adornd: Ile tell you sir by this bright Horrison—
Scil. A word, I pray yee, sir, ere ye go any further: Boy, my Tables.
Boy. Your Tables are ready, Sir, and all the men ye keep which is indeede halfe a Boy, Scillicet Videlicet.
Scil. I pray ye let me request that oath of you.
Serv. A graceful enquirie, and well observ'd: Sir, my company shall make ye copious of novelties, let your Tables befriend your memorie: write, 'by this bright Horrison.'
Phy. 'Here's[231] none but only I' [sing]; Boy, how likest thou my head of hayre?
Boy. Your Glasse may flatter ye, but truely I will not; your head is not a hayre better than it should be.
Phy. Is there any scarcitie of haire, Boy?
Boy. Somewhat thin and yet there is more hayre than wit.[232]