Henry The Eighth (Folio 1, 1623)
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Scæna Tertia.
570
Enter L. Chamberlaine and L. Sandys.
¶Though they be neuer so ridiculous,
575(Nay let 'em be vnmanly) yet are follow'd.
¶Haue got by the late Voyage, is but meerely
¶A fit or two o'th'face, (but they are shrewd ones)
¶For when they hold 'em, you would sweare directly
580Their very noses had been Councellours
¶To Pepin or Clotharius, they keepe State so.
¶L. San. They haue all new legs,
¶And lame ones; one would take it,
¶That neuer see 'em pace before, the Spauen
585A Spring-halt rain'd among 'em.
¶L. Ch. Death my Lord,
¶Their cloathes are after such a Pagan cut too't,
¶What newes, Sir Thomas Louell?
590
Enter Sir Thomas Louell.
¶Louell. Faith my Lord,
¶I heare of none but the new Proclamation,
¶That's clapt vpon the Court Gate.
¶L. Cham. What is't for?
595Lou. The reformation of our trauel'd Gallants,
¶That fill the Court with quarrels, talke, and Taylors.
¶L. Cham. I'm glad 'tis there;
¶Now I would pray our Monsieurs
600And neuer see the Louure.
¶Of Foole and Feather, that they got in France,
¶With all their honourable points of ignorance
605Pertaining thereunto; as Fights and Fire-workes,
¶Abusing better men then they can be
¶Out of a forreigne wisedome, renouncing cleane
¶The faith they haue in Tennis and tall Stockings,
¶Or pack to their old Playfellowes; there, I take it,
¶They may Cum Pruiilegio, wee away
615Are growne so catching.
¶Will haue of these trim vanities?
¶Louell. I marry,
620Haue got a speeding tricke to lay downe Ladies.
¶A French Song, and a Fiddle, ha's no Fellow.
¶L. San. The Diuell fiddle 'em,
¶I am glad they are going,
¶For sure there's no conuerting of 'em: now
625An honest Country Lord as I am, beaten
¶A long time out of play, may bring his plaine song,
¶And haue an houre of hearing, and by'r Lady
¶Held currant Musicke too.
630Your Colts tooth is not cast yet?
¶L. San. No my Lord,
¶L. Cham. Sir Thomas,
¶Whither were you a going?
635Lou. To the Cardinals;
¶L. Cham. O, 'tis true;
¶This night he makes a Supper, and a great one,
¶To many Lords and Ladies; there will be
¶Lou. That Churchman
¶Beares a bounteous minde indeed,
¶A hand as fruitfull as the Land that feeds vs,
¶His dewes fall euery where.
645L. Cham. No doubt hee's Noble;
¶He had a blacke mouth that said other of him.
¶L. San. He may my Lord,
¶Ha's wherewithall in him;
¶They are set heere for examples.
¶But few now giue so great ones:
¶My Barge stayes;
¶For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guilford
¶This night to be Comptrollers.
