RUDESBY

A plague on you sweet Ladies, 'tis not so late, what needed you to have made so short a supper. I, do so, pray thee, thou shalt die in a very ho norable cause, thy countries general quarrel right. I marry Sir, I think they be continually moving. Nay I warrant thee thou Can rest not, oh thou were: at them. But in their stewde pox, theres all their gentili tie. Nay do not chafe so Captain. What? and play with his beard so. Gods my life brother knight, didst thou think so? heart I know not what it is my self, but yet I never thought it was fat, I'll be sworn to thee. Nay theres some reason for that Captain, me thinks a true woman should perpetually dote upon a new fa ion. Slydd, heres nei her Torch, nor Lacquay me thinks. Oh do not swear Captain. Why Captain I abused thee, I see: I said the La die respected thee not, and n w Iperceiue the widow is in love with thee. Oh good knight a the post, heel swear any thing. Meet them, weel die fort, but weel meet them. Content. Why dost think its any more? What to Barnet? Beside, thou art commended for the better man, for thou art very Commendations it self, and Captain Commendations. Why and Captain comme ndations, is hearty? commendations, for Captains are hearty I am sure, or else hang them, Oh Lord Sir, always after my hearty Come delations. Bullaker. Ride and catch the Captains horse. I wonder Sir Gyles you wood let him go , and not ride after him. How shall we do to get the Captain to London, now his horseis gone? And yet thou sayest thou gallopst after him as fast as thou coodst, and coodst not Catch him; I lay my life some Crabfishe has bitten thee by the tongue, thou speakest so backward still. Ease in his pain quoth you, has good luck if he feel ease in pain I think, but wood any ass in the world ride down such a hill as Highgate is, in such a frost as this, and never light Go too you French Zanies you, you will follow the french steps so long, till you be notable to set one Found Step oath ground all the days of your life. Thou arr still prating against English women I have seen none of the French dams I confess, but your greatest gallants for men in France, were here late lie I am sure, and methinks there should be no more difference bet ixt our Ladies and theirs, then there is betwixt our Lords and theirs, and our Lor S are as far beyond them i'faith, for person, and Courtship, as they are beyond ours for phantasticallitie. How did they put them down I pray thee? A good pick-thacht compliment by my faith; but I prithee what answered she. That was hah, hah, I wood have put the third hah to it, if I had been as my mistress, and hah, hah, haht him out of the presence i'faith, Welliudgd i'faith, there was a little wit in that I must continued ̄ fesse, but she put him down far, & au ̄ swered him with aquestio ̄ & that was whither he wood S em a lover or a j stter, if a lover a must tell her far more lykelier then those, or else she was far from ̄ believing the ̄ , if a Jester, she cood have much more ridiculous jests then his of twenty fools that followed the court, and told him she had as lieve be courted with a brush faggot as with a from ̄ chman, that spe ̄ to it self all in sparks, & would sooner fire ones chimney then warm the house, and that such fparkes were good enough yet to set thatched dispositio ̄ S a fire, but hers was tild with sleight, and respected the ̄ as slightly. Welcome boys. Faith and I can forbear my Tongue as well as another I hope. Yes I prithee do, Sir Gyles give the boys something. the boy tells thee true Captain. But is the Lady Furnif (Captain) still of the same drinking humour she was wont to be. As thou dost. I and thou knowest it too, no man better. What else. Torches? why the Moon will shine man. What trick sir Gyles? That was ill done in her in deed sir Giles. In what a case he is with the poor English moon, because the french moons (their torches) will be the less in fashion, and I warrant you the Captain will remember it too, though he say no thing, he see onds his resolute chaseso and follows him, I'll lay my life you shall see them the next cold night, shut the moon shine out of their chambers, and make it lie without doors all night. I discredit my wit with their companies now I think on't, plague a God on them; I'll fallen a beating on them presently. True of a candles end. What so young? Oh ass they be odorous. Dinner and supper together, whence that troe? Buttond lose my Lord? Both shoulders afore him? Much Like a otentate indeed. owe now my Ladies foisting hounds. Let me burst Like a Toad, if a frown of thy brow has not turned the very heart in my belly, and made me ready to be hanged by the heals for a fort night to bri g it to the right again. Zonnes, bid me cut off the best lymme of my bo die for thy love, and isle lai't in thy hand to prove it, dost think I am no Christian, have I not a Soul to save? Nay read thy self man. Sblood , theres but two things, thou thy self. Why Sir Cut: thats , the verse wood have been too long, and I had put in the third, 'Slight you are no Poet I perceive. Why good night & be would ̄ gd, & yowl needs be gone. Why how now my From ̄ chified captain Fowlweather? by gods ludd thy Surname is never thought upon ̄ here, I perceive heeres no body gives thee any continued ̄ mendations. Slid, I'll lay a hu ̄ dreaded pou ̄ worser with thee, if thou wilt. Nay I prithee Fouleweather be not to ̄ pesteous with thy poor Lacquay. Odious thou wouldst say, for Counterfeit ̄ pariso ̄ S are odious. Come, come, you hear not me dame. Not love dame? slydd what argument wouldst have of my love tro? let me look as red as scar let a before I see thee, and when thou comest in sighed if the sun of thy beauty, do not white me Like a shepherds hollandl am a Jew to my Creator. Sblood thou speakest to us as if we cood serve thy turn. Why thou sayest the frenchmen took him away. Hang am Tytts isle pommel my self into am. So Si . Or something else.