The Historie
 351332Hotsp. My liege, I did denie no pri
soners,
  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 dre
st,
  356337Fre
sh as a bridegroome, and his chin new rept,
  357338Shewd like a 
stubble land at harue
st 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 no
se, and tookt away againe,
  362343Who therewith angry, when it next came there
  363344Tooke it in 
snu
ffe, and 
still hee 
smild and talkt:
  364345And as the 
souldiours bore dead bodies by,
  365346He cald them vntaught knaues, vnmanerlie,
  366347To bring a 
slouenly vnhand
some coar
se
  367348Betwixt the winde and his nobilitie:
  368349With many holly-day and ladie termes
  369350He que
stioned me, among
st the re
st demanded
  370351My pri
soners in your Maie
sties behalfe.
  371352I then, all 
smarting with my wounds being cold,
  372353To be 
so pe
stred with a Popingay,
  373354Out of my griefe and my impacience
  374355An
swerd negle
ctingly, 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 
soueraigne
st thing on earth
  380361Was Parmacitie, for an inward brui
se,
  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 de
stroyed
  385366So cowardly, and but for the
se vile guns
  386367He would him
selfe haue beene a 
souldior.
  387368This bald vnioynted chat of his (my Lord)
  388369I an
swered indire
ctly (as I 
said)
  And