BULLAKER

I will come to your Sir, I'll Jack you a my word, I'll Jack you. Out you m pede monkeys can ye not know a man from a Marmasett, in These Frenchified days of ours? nam isle Iackefie you alittle better yet. Bièn iè vous remercy, the pardon pour vous Sir now. I am now the great French Traualers page Hight Captain Fouleweather, alias Comenda tions; whose valours within here at super with the Cou ̄ es Eugenia, whose proper eaters I take you two to be. I Sir right, but if he had not said right, my Cap taine should have taken no wrong at his hands, nor yours neither I can tell you. One of their names Sir, is, Sir Gyles Goosecap, the others Sir Cut. Rudseby. I that he is at least if he be not a noble man, and his chief house is in Essex. Yes that they did Sir, the best Gosecappes in England, comes out of London I assure you. A Northern man, or a Westernma ̄ I take him, but my Captain is the Emphatical man; and by that pretty word Emphatical ou shall partly know him; for 'tis a very forcible word in troth, & yet he forces it too much by his favour; marry no more then he does all the rest of his words; with whose multiplicity often times he travails himself out of all good company. Sir Gyles Goosecap has always a death's head (as it were) in his mouth, or his only one reason for very thing is, because we are all mortal; and therefore he is generally called the mortal knight; then hath he anon there pretty phrase too, and that is he will tickle the vam nitie ant still in every thing and this is your Summa totam lis of both their virtues. The third person and second knight blunt Sir Cut. Rudesby, is indeed blunt at a sharp wit, and sharp at a blun wit a good bustling Gall ant talks well at Rovers; he is two parts soldier; as slovenly as a Swit zer, and somewhat Like one in face too; for he wears a bush beard will dead a Cannon shot better then a wool pack: he will come in oh the presence Like yor French man n foul boots and dares eat garlik as a prep a tiue to his Cour ship; you shall know more e of him h re after; but good wags let me win you now, for the Geographical parts of your Ladies in requital. For Gods sake whats that? Thats strange indeed, but what is your fair Lady Sir? Strange tale to tell; how canst thou make this good my good Assumpsit. Oh Lord Sir, I devour you quick; and now Sir I beseech you open unto me your tother Lady, what is she? Pardon moi mounsieur. In Captain if I might advise you, you should tarry, and take the morning afore you. I Sir. So I do Sir. No good monsieurs. Remercy de bon ceur m nsieurs. Indeed page if you were in France, you wood be broken upon a wheel for it, there is not the b st Dukes son in France dares say I protest, till h e be one and thirty year old at least, for the inheritance of that word is not to be possessed before. I'll let them alone a while. Pardon us, out you homebred peasants, plain eng lish, pardon us, if you had parled, & not spoken, but said pardon moi I wood have pardoned you, but since you speak, and not parley, I will cudgel you better yet. TO His is the Countess Eugenias house I think, I can never hit of These same English City houses, though I were born here: if I were in City in France, I could find any house there at midnight. Can she so? How canst thou know that? J vous remercy de-bon Ceur. Why young gentlemen, utter your anger with your fists. Whats that I pray thee? Port bien vous remercy.