Buckingham.
Aburgany, to whom by oth he menac'd
Cardinall.
Cardinall,
Nicholas Henton.
Henton?
ChartreuxFryer,
Laurence Poultney, did of me demand
Iohn de la Car, my Chaplaine, a choyce howre
Thomas Louelsheads
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<head rend="italic center">Scæna Tertia.</head>
<head type="supplied">[Act 1, Scene 3]</head>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter L. Chamberlaine and L. Sandys.</stage>
<sp who="#F-h8-chm">
<speaker rend="italic">L. Ch.</speaker>
<l n="544">Is't possible the spels of France should iuggle</l>
<l n="545">Men into such strange mysteries?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-san">
<speaker rend="italic">L. San.</speaker>
<l n="546">New customes,</l>
<l n="547">Though they be neuer so ridiculous,</l>
<l n="548">(Nay let 'em be vumanly) yet are follow'd.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-chm">
<speaker rend="italic">L. Ch.</speaker>
<l n="549">As farre as I see, all the good our English</l>
<l n="550">Haue got by the late Voyage, is but meerely</l>
<l n="551">A fit or two o'th'face, (but they are shrewd ones)</l>
<l n="552">For when they hold 'em, you would sweare directly</l>
<l n="553">Their very noses had been Councellours</l>
<l n="554">To<hi rend="italic">Pepin</hi>or<hi rend="italic">Clotharius</hi>, they keepe State so.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-san">
<speaker rend="italic">L. San.</speaker>
<l n="555">They haue all new legs,</l>
<l n="556">And lame ones; one would take it,</l>
<l n="557">That neuer see 'em pace before, the Spauen</l>
<l n="558">A Spring‑halt rain'd among 'em.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-chm">
<speaker rend="italic">L. Ch.</speaker>
<l n="559">Death my Lord,</l>
<l n="560">Their cloathes are after such a Pagan cut too't,</l>
<l n="561">That sure th'haue worne out C<gap extent="2"
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<l n="562">What newes, Sir<hi rend="italic">Thomas Louell</hi>?</l>
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<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Sir Thomas Louell.</stage>
<sp who="#F-h8-lov">
<speaker rend="italic">Louell.</speaker>
<l n="563">Faith my Lord,</l>
<l n="564">I heare of none but the new Proclamation,</l>
<l n="565">That's clapt vpon the Court Gate.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">L. Cham.</speaker>
<l n="566">What is't for?</l>
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<sp who="#F-h8-lov">
<speaker rend="italic">Lou.</speaker>
<l n="567">The reformation of our trauel'd Gallants,</l>
<l n="568">That fill the Court with quarrels, talke, and Taylors.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-chm">
<speaker rend="italic">L. Cham.</speaker>
<l n="569">I'm glad 'tis there;</l>
<l n="570">Now I would pray our Monsieurs</l>
<l n="571">To thinke an English Courtier may be wise,</l>
<l n="572">And neuer see the<hi rend="italic">Louure</hi>.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-lov">
<speaker rend="italic">Lou.</speaker>
<l n="573">They must either</l>
<l n="574">(For so run the Conditions) leaue those remnants</l>
<l n="575">Of Foole and Feather, that they got in France,</l>
<l n="576">With all their honourable points of ignorance</l>
<l n="577">Pertaining thereunto; as Fights and Fire‑workes,</l>
<l n="578">Abusing better men then they can be</l>
<l n="579">Out of a forreigne wisedome, renouncing cleane</l>
<l n="580">The faith they haue in Tennis and tall Stockings,</l>
<l n="581">Short blistred Breeches, and those types of Trauell;</l>
<l n="582">And vnderstand againe like honest men</l>
<l n="583">Or pack to their old Playfellowes; there, I take it,</l>
<l n="584">They may<hi rend="italic">Cum Pruiilegio</hi>, wee away</l>
<l n="585">The lag end of their lewdnesse, and be laugh'd at.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-san">
<speaker rend="italic">L. San.</speaker>
<l n="586">Tis time to giue 'em Physicke, their diseases</l>
<l n="587">Are growne so catching.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-chm">
<speaker rend="italic">L. Cham.</speaker>
<l n="588">What a losse our Ladies</l>
<l n="589">Will haue of these trim vanities?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-lov">
<speaker rend="italic">Louell.</speaker>
<l n="590">I marry,</l>
<l n="591">There will be woe indeed Lords, the slye whorsons</l>
<l n="592">Haue got a speeding tricke to lay downe Ladies:</l>
<l n="593">A French Song, and a Fiddle, ha's no Fellow.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-san">
<speaker rend="italic">L. San.</speaker>
<l n="594">The Diuell fiddle 'em,</l>
<l n="595">I am glad they are going,</l>
<l n="596">For sure there's no conuerting of 'em: now</l>
<l n="597">An honest Country Lord as I am, beaten</l>
<l n="598">A long time out of play, may bring his plaine song,</l>
<l n="599">And haue an houre of hearing, and by'r Lady</l>
<l n="600">Held currant Musicke too.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-chm">
<speaker rend="italic">L. Cham.</speaker>
<l n="601">Well said Lord<hi rend="italic">Sands</hi>,</l>
<l n="602">Your Colts tooth is not cast yet?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-san">
<speaker rend="italic">L. San.</speaker>
<l n="603">No my Lord,</l>
<l n="604">Nor shall not while I haue a stumpe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-chm">
<speaker rend="italic">L. Cham.</speaker>
<l n="605">Sir<hi rend="italic">Thomas</hi>,</l>
<l n="606">Whither were you a going?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-lov">
<speaker rend="italic">Lou.</speaker>
<l n="607">To the Cardinals;</l>
<l n="608">Your Lordship is a guest too.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-chm">
<speaker rend="italic">L. Cham.</speaker>
<l n="609">O, 'tis true;</l>
<l n="610">This night he makes a Supper, and a great one,</l>
<l n="611">To many Lords and Ladies; there will be</l>
<l n="612">The Beauty of this Kingdome Ile assure you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-lov">
<speaker rend="italic">Lou.</speaker>
<l n="613">That Churchman</l>
<l n="614">Beares a bounteous minde indeed,</l>
<l n="615">A hand as fruitfull as the Land that feeds vs,</l>
<l n="616">His dewes fall euery where.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-chm">
<speaker rend="italic">L. Cham.</speaker>
<l n="617">No doubt hee's Noble;</l>
<l n="618">He had a blacke mouth that said other of him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-san">
<speaker rend="italic">L. San.</speaker>
<l n="619">He may my Lord,</l>
<l n="620">Ha's wherewithall in him;</l>
<l n="621">Sparing would shew a worse sinne, then ill Doctrine,</l>
<l n="622">Men of his way, should be most liberall,</l>
<l n="623">They are set heere for examples.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-chm">
<speaker rend="italic">L. Cham.</speaker>
<l n="624">True, they are so;</l>
<l n="625">But few now giue so great ones:</l>
<l n="626">My Barge stayes;</l>
<l n="627">Your Lordship shall along: Come, good Sir<hi rend="italic">Thomas</hi>,</l>
<l n="628">We shall be late else, which I would not be,</l>
<l n="629">For I was spoke to, with Sir<hi rend="italic">Henry Guilford</hi>
</l>
<l n="630">This night to be Comptrollers.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-san">
<speaker rend="italic">L. San.</speaker>
<l n="631">I am your Lordships.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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