Is't possible the spells of France should juggle

1.3.2572Men into such strange mysteries?

New customs,

1.3.4574Though they be never so ridiculous,

1.3.5575(Nay let 'em be unmanly) yet are followed.

As far as I see, all the good our English

1.3.7577Have got by the late voyage is but merely

1.3.8578A fit or two o'th'face, (but they are shrewd ones)

1.3.9579For when they hold 'em you would swear directly

1.3.10580Their very noses had been counselors

1.3.11581To Pepin or Clotharius, they keep state so.

They have all new legs

1.3.13583And lame ones; one would take it

1.3.14584That never see 'em pace before, the spavine

1.3.15585Or stringhalt reigned among 'em.

'Death my Lord,

1.3.17587Their clothes are after such a pagan cut to't

1.3.18588That sure th'have worn out Christendom. [to Lovell] How now?

1.3.19589What news, Sir Thomas Lovell?

Faith my Lord,

1.3.21592I hear of none but the new proclamation,

1.3.22593That's clapped upon the court gate.

What is't for?

The reformation of our travelled gallants,

1.3.25596That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.

I'm glad 'tis there;

1.3.27598Now I would pray our monsieurs

1.3.28599To think an English courtier may be wise

1.3.29600And never see the Louvre.

They must either

1.3.31602(For so run the conditions) leave those remnants

1.3.32603Of fool and feather that they got in France,

1.3.33604With all their honorable points of ignorance

1.3.34605Pertaining thereunto, as fights and fireworks,

1.3.35606Abusing better men then they can be

1.3.36607Out of a foreign wisdom, renouncing clean

1.3.37608The faith they have in tennis and tall stockings,

1.3.38609Short blistered breeches, and those types of travel,

1.3.39610And understand again like honest men,

1.3.40611Or pack to their old playfellows. There, I take it,

1.3.41612They may cum privilego, oui away

1.3.42613The lag end of their lewdness and be laughed at.

'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases

1.3.44615Are grown so catching.

What a loss our ladies

1.3.46617Will have of these trim vanities!

Ay, marry,

1.3.48619There will be woe indeed lords, the sly whoresons

1.3.49620Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies.

1.3.50621A French song and a fiddle has no fellow.

The devil fiddle 'em!

1.3.52623I am glad they are going

1.3.53624For sure there's no converting of 'em. Now

1.3.54625An honest country lord as I am, beaten

1.3.55626A long time out of play, may bring his plain song

1.3.56627And have an hour of hearing, and by'r Lady

1.3.57628Held current music, too.

Well said, Lord Sandys.

1.3.59630Your colt's tooth is not cast yet?

No my Lord,

1.3.61632Nor shall not while I have a stump.

Sir Thomas,

1.3.63634Whither were you a'going?

To the cardinal's.

1.3.65636Your lordship is a guest, too.

O, 'tis true!

1.3.67638This night he makes a supper, and a great one,

1.3.68639To many lords and ladies. There will be

1.3.69640The beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure you.

That churchman

1.3.71642Bears a bounteous mind indeed,

1.3.72643A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us:

1.3.73644His dews fall everywhere.

No doubt he's noble:

1.3.75646He had a black mouth that said other of him.

He may, my Lord;

1.3.77648'has wherewithal. In him

1.3.78649Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine.

1.3.79650Men of his way should be most liberal:

1.3.80651They are set here for examples.

True, they are so,

1.3.82653But few now give so great ones.

1.3.83654My barge stays.

1.3.84655Your lordship shall along. Come, good Sir Thomas,

1.3.85656We shall be late else, which I would not be,

1.3.86657For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guilford

1.3.87658This night to be comptrollers.

I am your lordship's.