_Phy_. Boy, sleepe wayward thoughts?
_Boy_. Sir.
_Phy_. Is it not now most amyable and faire?
_Boy_. Yes sir, God be praised.
_Phy_. What meanst thou, Boy?
_Boy_. The weather, sir.
_Phy_. I meane my haire and face, Boy.
_Boy_. Twere amiable if it would not alter.
_Phy_. Wherfore I often repaire it.
_Boy_. Me thinkes that should weare it the sooner.
_Phy_. Not so Boy, for to trimme the Hayer well is a rare qualitie; to
bee rarelye quallified is to be wise; apply, Boy.
_Boy_. That you are wise in trimming your hayre, Maister?
_Phy_. Right, to be wise is to be rare, for it is rare to see a wise
man.
_Boy_. True, Maister, but if youle see a foole, looke in your Glasse,
maister!
_Phy_. Goe to, I must correct you, Boy.
_Boy_. You can correct no more then is your own; I am but halfe yours to
commaund, if you steale away any parte that is not your owne you are so
farre in daunger as the striking of an other mans servant.
_Scil_.[234] By this illuminate welkin! most sincere and singular: as a
small remembrance.
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