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