351332Hotsp. My liege, I did denie no prisoners,

352333But I remember when the fight was done,

353334When I was drie with rage, and extreame toile,

354335Breathles and faint, leaning vpon my sword,

355336Came there a certaine Lord, neat and trimly drest,

356337Fresh as a bridegroome, and his chin new rept,

357338Shewd like a stubble land at haruest home,

358339He was perfumed like a Milliner,

359340And twixt his finger and his thumbe he helde

360341A pouncet boxe, which euer and anon

361342He gaue his nose, and tookt away againe,

362343Who therewith angry, when it next came there

363344Tooke it in snuffe, and still hee smild and talkt:

364345And as the souldiours bore dead bodies by,

365346He cald them vntaught knaues, vnmanerlie,

366347To bring a slouenly vnhandsome coarse

367348Betwixt the winde and his nobilitie:

368349With many holly-day and ladie termes

369350He questioned me, amongst the rest demanded

370351My prisoners in your Maiesties behalfe.

371352I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,

372353To be so pestred with a Popingay,

373354Out of my griefe and my impacience

374355Answerd neglectingly, I know not what

375356He should, or he should not, for he made me mad

376357To see him shine so briske, and smell so sweet,

377358And talke so like a waiting gentlewoman,

378359Of guns, and drums, and wounds, God saue the mark:

379360And telling me the soueraignest thing on earth

380361Was Parmacitie, for an inward bruise,

381362And that it was great pitty, so it was,

382363This villanous saltpeeter, should be digd

383364Out of the bowels of the harmeles earth,

384365Which many a good tall fellow had destroyed

385366So cowardly, and but for these vile guns

386367He would himselfe haue beene a souldior.

387368This bald vnioynted chat of his (my Lord)

388369I answered indirectly (as I said)