FOULWEATHER

I but how should These beauties know that Sir Gyles? your watch is mortal, and may err. But if their smocks were Course or foul. Why this is Courtly now, this is sweet, this plain, this is familiar, but by the Court of France, our peuishe dams are so proud, so precise, so coy, so disdain full, and so subtle, as the Pomonean Serpent, mort dieu the Punk of Babylon was never so subtle. Your Frenchman wood ever chase Sir Cut, be king thus moude. I and bry le, it does express that passion of and her very full and emphatical. Subtle Sir Giles Goosecap? I assure your Soul, they are as subtle with their suitors, or loves, as the La tine Dialect where the nominative Case, and the verb, the Sub antiue, and the Adjective, the verb, and the verb, stand as far a sunder, as if they were perfect stran gers one to another; and you shall hardly find them out, but then learn to Construe, and pierce them, and you shall find them prepared, and acquainted, & agree toga there, in Case, gender, and number. Slydd theres not one of them truly emphatical. Fat Sir, why do ye think Emphatical is fat Sir Giles? Why if any true Courtly dame had had but this new fashioned suit, to entertain any thing in different lie stuffed, why you should have had her more respective by far. Why you're i'thright Sir Cut. Innova fert Ani mus m tatas dicere-formas. 'tis the mind of man, and woe man to affect new fashions; but to our Mynsatiues for sooth, if he come Like to your Besognio, or your boar, so he be rich, or emphatical, they care not; would I might never excel a dutch Skipper in Courtship if I did not put distaste into my carriage of purpose; I knew I should not please them. Lacquay? allume le torch. Oh mon Due. Your Frenchman ver swears Sir Cut, upon the lack of his Lacquay I assure you. I shall indeed my deeare youth. Sblood knight I knew I had struck her to the quick, I wondered she departed in that extravagant fashion: I am sure I passed one Passado of Courtship upon her, that has heretofore made a lane amongst the French Ladies Like a Culvering hight, I'll be sworn; and I think Sir Gyles you saw how she fell under it. Lets go thither to night knights, and you be true gailants. Why its but ten miles, & a fine clear nightS. Gyles A pretty project. How? Oh on Diew, how the villain poulltrou e, dishonours his travail? you Buffonly Mouchron, are you so mere rude, and English to advise your Captain? To ̄ pesteous Sir Cut, will your Frenchman think you, suffer his Lacquay to adui e him? He would have been poxt irst: Allume le torch, sweet pages commend us to your Ladies, say we kiss their white hands, and will not fail to meet them knights which of you leads? Why, what though I be Captain Commendati ons? Why, what if I be hearty Commendations, come, come, sweet knights lead the way. Nay then you conquer me with president, by the Authentical form of all Justice letters. Alloun. Gods precious Sir Cut. your Frenchman never lights I tell you. I and English Women too sir Giles. Oh Lord sir Cut, I am sure our Ladies hold our Lords tack for Courtship, and yet the french Lodrs put them down, you noted it sir Gyles. Why for wit, and for Courtship Sir Moil. As how good lefthanded Francois. She, scorn to note that I hope then did he vie it again with and other hah. Hah says he, These fair eyes, I wood not for a million they were in France, they wood renew all our civil-wars again. What's the matter sir Giles, are you out of love with frenchmen now of a sudden. Oh excellent unity of speech. But how chance you are so far from London now pages, is it not almost dinner time. Oh ho my little knave let us alone now i'faith, wood I might be Casheird, if I say any thing. Come knights shall we not reward the pages? Well knights isle lay out fors all, here my fine pages. Oh pages refuse a gentleman's bounty. And what other news is stirring my fine villia Cos. The Lord Tales, what countryman is he? Out of Canterbury. Still of the same knight, and is never in any so ciable vain till she be typsie, for in her sobriety she is mad, and fears my good little old Lord out of all pro portion. 'Tis very true knight; we will sup with them to night; and you shall see her; and now I think ont, isle tell you a thing knights, wherein perhaps you may exceedingly pleasure me. I am desirous to help my Lord to a good mere rye Fool, & if I cood help him to a good merry one, he might worser e me very much credit I assure you. Oh France Sir Cut: your Frenchman wood not have taken me so, for a world, but because Fools come into your companies many times to make you merry Bear with Choler Sir Gyles. I my good page exceeding feign. Nay I wood have a man fool, for his Lord: page Assure thy self page, my Lord loves afoole as he loves himself. Faith I wood have him a good Emphatical fool, one that wood make my Lord laugh well, and I card not, Nay he is good merry little Lord, and indeed something Laxative of Laughter. Thart ith right my notable good page. Remercy my more then English pages. 'Tis true indeed Sir Gyles, well then my almost french Elixers will you help my Lord to a fool, so fit for him as you say. Excellent rt, fail not now my sweet pages. Do so my good wags Farewell my pretty knaves, come knights, shall we resolve to go to this Supper? That we will I warrant you sir Giles. come knights to London horse, horse, horse. Slid a cood speak it knight, at three year old. Slight my Lo worser but truth is truth you know. So they are indeed sir Cum all but my Lords. Out of all proportion excellent my Lord: & be lee e it for Emphatical Courtship, your Lordship puts down all the Lords of the Court. By France you doemy Lord for Emphatical Courtship. Then does your merry entertainment become you so festifally, that you have all the bravery of a Saint Georges day about you when you use it. I assure your Lordship your merry behaui our does so festifally show upon you, that every high holiday when Ladies wood be most beautiful; eve y one wishes to God she were turned into such a little Lord as you, when you're merry. Then for your Lordship's quips, & quick jests, why Gesta Romanorum were nothing to them a my virtue Excellent good. Why whats the matter pages? H begs you to be content sir Giles, that is, he prays you And your Lordship will be for me I hope. Nay I will be indebted to your ears Lady for hearing me found music. Sweet Lord lets go visit him. By France my Lord, I am not grieved a whit, Since Clarence hath her; he hath been in France, And therefore merits her if she were better. With all my heart my Lord, and thank you too I will thank any man that gives me crowns. Howsoever believe it Ladies, 'tis unwholesome, un courtly, unpleasant to eat hastily, & rise suddenly, a ma ̄ can show no discourse, no wit, no stirring, no variety, no pretty conceits, to make the meat go down emphatically? Why this is the vntrauaild rudnes of our grose Eng lish Ladies owe; would any French Lady v e a man thus Thy ke you? be they any way so uncivil, and fulsome? they say they wear fowl smocks, and course smocks, I say they lie, and I will die int. Then are they so kind, so wise, so familiar so noble, so sweet in entertainment, that when you shall, have cause to descourse or sometime to come nearer! them; if your breath be ill, your teeth ill, or any thing about you ill why they will presently break with you, in kind sort, good terms, pre ty experiments, and tell you plain this; thus it is with your breath Sir, thus it is with your teeth Sir, this is your disease, and this is your medicine. Why Sir when Meuusieur Lambois came to your mistress the Lady Hippolita as she sat in the presence, sit down here good Sir Gyles Goosecap, he kneeled me by her thus Sir, and with a most quaint French Art in his speech of ah bellissime, I desire to die now sa es he for in his speech of ah bellissime I desire to die now says he for your love that I might be buried here. 'Sdeath they put not all their virtues in their smocks, or in their mocks, or in their stew de cocks as our Ladies do. A my life a most ri h comparison. Their smocks quoth you? a my word you shall take them up so white, and so pure, so sweet, so Empha ticall, so moving. Oh most passionate description Sir Cut: Pages, welcome my fine pages.