strous proud now, to
heare shees every way a most rare woman, that I know thy spirit, and
judgement hath chosen; is she wise? is she noble? is she capable of thy
vertues? will she kisse this forehead with judiciall lipps where somuch
judgement and vertue deserves it? Come brother Twin, be short, I charge
you, and name me the woman.

_Cla_. Since your Lordship will shorten the length of my follies
relation, the woman that I so passionately love, is no worse Lady then
your owne Neece, the too worthy Countesse _Eugenia_.

_Mom_. Why so, so, so, you are a worthy friend, are you not, to conceale
this love-mine in your head, and would not open it to your hart? now
beshrow my hart, if my hart danse not for joy, tho my heeles do not; and
they doe not, because I will not set that at my heeles that my friend
sets at his heart? friend, and Nephews both? nephew is a far inferior
title to friend I confesse, but I will preferre thee backwards (as many
friends doe) and leave their friends woorse then they found them.

_Cla_. But, my noble Lord, it is almost a prodegie, that I being onely a
poore Gentleman, and farre short of that state and wealth that a Ladie
of her greatnesse in both will expect in her husband--

_Mom_. Hold thy doubt friend, never feare any woman, unlesse thyselfe be
made of straw, or some such drie matter, and she of lightning.
_Audacitie_ prospers above probability in all Worldly matters. Dost not
thou know that Fortune governes them without order, and therefore reason
the mother of order is none of her counsaile? why should a man desiring
to aspire an unreasonable creature, which is a woman, seeke her fruition
by reasonable meanes? because thy selfe binds upon reason, wilt thou
looke for congruity in a woman? why? there is not one woman amongst one
thousand, but will speake false _Latine_, and breake _Priscians_ head.
Attempt nothing that you may with great reason doubt of and out of doubt
you shall obtaine nothing. I tell thee, friend, the eminent confidence
of strong spirits is the onely witch-craft of this World, Spirits
wrastling with spirits as bodies with bodies: this were enough to make
thee hope well, if she were one of these painted communities, that are
ravisht with Coaches, and upper hands,[13] and brave men of durt: but
thou knowest friend shees a good scholler, and like enough to bite at
the rightest reason, and reason evermore _Ad optima hortatur_: to like
that which is best, not that which is br