Mi. Gou. Well, mistresse, well, I have red Æsops fables,
And know your morrals meaning well enough. 145
Mi. Bar. Loe, you'l be angry now! heres good stuffe.
[Re-enter Goursey and Barnes.]
M. Gour. How now, woman?[1630] who hath wonne the game?
Mi. Gou. No body yet.
M. Bar. Your wife's the fairest for't.[1631]
Mi. Bar. I, in your eye. 150
Mi. Gou. How do you meane?
Mi. Bar. He holds you fairer for't then I.