Ladie- _Sis_. The man's alive agen and has A tongue! discretion guide it; he but sent His soule forth of an arrand; tis returnd, Now wee shall have some sentences. _Co_.

Such are the strange varieties in love, Such heates, such desperate coldes,- _Sis_. No more winter, and you love me, unlesse you can command the colepits; we have had a hard tyme on't already for want of fuell. _Co_.

I'me all turnd eares and, Lady, long to heare you, But pressing to you doubt I am too neare you. Then I would speake, but cannot; nought affordes Expression, th'Alphabet's too poore for wordes: He that knowes Love knowes well that every hower Love's glad, Love's sad, Love's sweet- _Sis_. And sometymes sower.

Theis wordes would goe well to a tune; pray letts heare you sing. I doe not thinke but you can make me a ioynture of fower nobles a yeare in Balletts, in lamentable balletts; for your wit I thinke lies tragicall. Did you make the _Ladies_Downefall_ [242].