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A Room in the Palace.
Enter LORD CHAMBERLAIN and LORD SANDS.
Chamberlain Is't possible the spells of France should juggle
Men into such strange mysteries?
Sands New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are followed.
Chamberlain As far as I see, all the good our English
Have got by the late voyage is but merely
A fit or two o'th'face; but they are shrewd ones,
For when they hold 'em, you would swear directly
Their very noses had been counsellors
To Pepin or Clotharius, they keep state so.
Sands They have all new legs, and lame ones; one would take it,
That never see 'em pace before, the spavin,
A springhalt reigned among 'em.
Chamberlain Death, my lord,
Their clothes are after such a pagan cut to't,
That, sure, they've worn out Christendom.
Enter SIR THOMAS LOVELL.
How now!
What news, Sir Thomas Lovell?
Lovell Faith, my lord,
I hear of none but the new proclamation
That's clapped upon the court-gate.
Chamberlain What is't for?
Lovell The reformation of our travelled gallants,
That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.
Chamberlain I'm glad 'tis there: now I would pray our monsieurs
To think an English courtier may be wise,
And never see the Louvre.
Lovell They must either
- For so run the conditions - leave those remnants
Of fool and feather that they got in France,
With all their honourable points of ignorance
Pertaining thereunto - as fights and fireworks,
Abusing better men than they can be,
Out of a foreign wisdom - renouncing clean
The faith they have in tennis and tall stockings,
Short blistered breeches, and those types of travel,
And understand again like honest men,
Or pack to their old playfellows. There, I take it,
They may, cum privilegio, 'oui' away
The lag end of their lewdness, and be laughed at.
Sands 'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases
Are grown so catching.
Chamberlain What a loss our ladies
Will have of these trim vanities!
Lovell Ay, marry,
There will be woe indeed lords; the sly whoresons
Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies.
A French song and a fiddle has no fellow.
Sands The devil fiddle 'em! I'm glad they're going,
For sure there's no converting of 'em. Now
An honest country lord as I am, beaten
A long time out of play, may bring his plainsong,
And have an hour of hearing, and by'r lady,
Held current music too.
Chamberlain Well said, Lord Sands,
Your colt's tooth is not cast yet?
Sands No, my lord,
Nor shall not while I have a stump.
Chamberlain Sir Thomas,
Whither were you a-going?
Lovell To the cardinal's;
Your lordship is a guest too.
Chamberlain O, 'tis true:
This night he makes a supper, and a great one,
To many lords and ladies; there will be
The beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure you.
Lovell That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed,
A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us;
His dews fall everywhere.
Chamberlain No doubt he's noble;
He had a black mouth that said other of him.
Sands He may, my lord; 'has wherewithal: in him
Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine;
Men of his way should be most liberal;
They are set here for examples.
Chamberlain True, they are so;
But few now give so great ones. My barge stays;
Your lordship shall along. Come, good Sir Thomas,
We shall be late else, which I would not be,
For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guilford,
This night to be comptrollers.
Sands I am your lordship's.
[Exeunt.