[Exit.]
M. Bar. Ha, ha! why, heres a right woman, is there not?
They both have din'de, yet see what stomacks they have!
M. Gou. Well, maister Barnes, we cannot do with all:[1639]
Let us be friends still. 245
M. Bar. O, maister Goursey, the mettell of our minds,
Having the temper of true reason in them,
Affoordes[1640] a better edge of argument
For the maintaine of our familiar loves
Then the soft leaden wit of women can; 250