LANCELOT.
Master Flowerdale, every man hath one tongue, and two
ears: nature, in her building, is a most curious work-master.
FLOWERDALE.
That is as much as to say, a man should hear more than he
should speak.
LANCELOT.
You say true, and indeed I have heard more than at this
time I will speak.
FLOWERDALE.
You say well.
LANCELOT.
Slanders are more common than truths, Master Flowerdale:
but proof is the rule for both.
FLOWERDALE.
You say true; what do you call him hath it there in his
third canton.
LANCELOT.
I have heard you have been wild: I have believed it.
FLOWERDALE.
Twas fit, twas necessary.
LANCELOT.
But I have seen somewhat of late in you, that hath
confirmed in my an opinion of goodness toward you.
FLOWERDALE.
Yfaith, sir, I am sure I never did you harm: some good
I have done, either to you or yours, I am sure you know
not; neither is it my will you should.
LANCELOT.
Aye, your will, sir.
FLOWERDALE.
Aye, my will, sir? sfoot, do you know ought of my will?
Begod, and you do, sir, I am abused.
LANCELOT.
Go, Master Flowerdale; what I know, I know: and know
you thus much out of my knowledge, that I truly love you.
For my daughter, she's yours.
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