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Rh love no man in good earnest ; nor no farther in sport neither, than with safety of a pure blush thou may'bt in honour come off again. Ros. What shall be our sport then ? Cel. Let us sit and mock the good housewife, Fortune, from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally. Ros. I would we could do so : for her benefits are mightily misplaced : and the bountiful blind woman doth most mistake in her gifts to women. Cel. 'Tis true : for those that she makes fair, she scarce makes honest ; and those that she makes honest, she makes very ill-favour'dly. Ros. Nay, now thou goest from fortune's office to nature's: fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of nature.

Cel. Didst thou hear these verses ? Ros. yes, I heard them all, and more too ; for some of them had in them more feet than the verses would bear. Cel. That's no matter ; the feet might bear the verses. Ros. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not bear themselves without the verse, and therefore stood lamely in the verse. Cel. But didst thou hear, without wondering how thy name should be hang'd and carved upon these trees ?