Flo. O, whiter then a dish of clowted creame,
Speake not of love? How can I overskippe
To speake of love to such a cherrye lippe?
Nar. It would beseeme a maidens slender vastitye
Never to speake of any thinge but chastitye.
Flo. As true as Helen was to Menela
F. 74r rev.So true to thee will bee thy Florida.
Clo. As was to trusty Pyramus truest Thisbee 410
So true to you will ever thy sweete Clois bee.
Flo. O doe not stay a moment nor a minute,
Loves is a puddle, I am ore shooes in it.
Clo. Doe not delay vs halfe a minutes mountenance
That ar in love, in love with thy sweet countenance.
Nar. Then take my dole although I deale my alms ill,
Narcissus cannot love with any damzell;
Although, for most part, men to love encline all,
I will not, I, this is your answere finall.
And so farwell; march on doggs, love's a griper, 420
If I love any, 'tis Tickler & Piper.
Ah, the poore rascall, never ioyd it since
His fellow iugler first was iugled hence,
Iugler the hope; but now to hunte abraode,
Where, if I meete loves little minitive god,
Ile pay his breech vntill I make his bumme ake,
For why, the talke of him hath turnd my stomacke.
[Exit.
Flo. And is hee gone? Letts goe & dye, sweet Cloris,
For poets of our loves shall write the stories.