Aud. I do not know what Poetical is: is it honest in
deed and word: is it a true thing?
Clo. No trulie: for the truest poetrie is the most faining,
and Louers are giuen to Poetrie: and what they
sweare in Poetrie, may be said as Louers, they do feigne

Aud. Do you wish then that the Gods had made me
Poeticall?
Clow. I do truly: for thou swear'st to me thou art honest:
Now if thou wert a Poet, I might haue some hope
thou didst feigne

Aud. Would you not haue me honest?
Clo. No truly, vnlesse thou wert hard fauour'd: for
honestie coupled to beautie, is to haue Honie a sawce to
Sugar

Iaq. A materiall foole

Aud. Well, I am not faire, and therefore I pray the
Gods make me honest

Clo. Truly, and to cast away honestie vppon a foule
slut, were to put good meate into an vncleane dish

Aud. I am not a slut, though I thanke the Goddes I
am foule

Clo. Well, praised be the Gods, for thy foulnesse; sluttishnesse
may come heereafter. But be it, as it may bee,