you needle-worke-edgings, and _French_ purles, from an Angell to foure
Angells a yarde.

_Eug_. That's pretious ware indeed.

_Tal_. He will worke you any flower to the life, as like it as if it
grew in the very place, and being a delicate perfumer, he will give it
you his perfect, and naturall savour.

_Hip_. This is wonderfull; forth, sweet Lord _Tales_.

_Tal_. He will make you flyes, and wormes, of all sorts most lively, and
is now working a whole bed embrodred, with nothing but glowe wormes;
whose lights a has so perfectly done, that you may goe to bed in the
Chamber, doe any thing in the Chamber, without a Candle.

_Pene_. Never trust me, if it be not incredible; forth my good Lord.

_Tal_. He is a most excellent Turner, and will turne you wassel-bowles,
and posset Cuppes caru'd with libberds faces, and Lyons heads with
spouts in their mouths, to let out the posset Ale, most artificially.

_Eug_. Forth, good Lord _Tales_.

_Pene_. Nay, good my Lord no more; you have spoken for him thoroughly I
warrant you.

_Hip_. I lay my life _Cupid_ has shot my sister in love with him out of
your lips, my Lord.