Un.  A paire of bootes and spurres, and a paire of shooes without spurres.

Tho.  Spurres.

Un.  A paire of gray stockins, thick dapple gray stockins, with a belt, to be worne either about my shoulder or about my wast.

Tho.  Wast.

Un.  A London Dutch felt without a band, with a feather in’t.

Tho.  Without a feather in’t.

Un.  An old fox[216] blade made at Hounsloe heath, and then all the Bookes to be bought of warlike discipline, which the learned call Tacticks.

Tho.  Ticktacks.[217]—­If your worship would take my Counsell, considering the league at Barwick[218] and the late expeditions, wee may find some of these things in the North or else speake with some reform’d Captaine, though he bee a Catholike; and it may bee wee may have them at cheaper rates.

Un.  ’Tis true, Thomas:  but I must change the lynings of the breeches, for I love to bee cleanly.

Tho.  So you may, Sir; and have the fowling of them yourselfe.

Un.  Let me see:  A leading staff—­

Tho.  A leaden staffe—­

Un.  A lead’ing staffe.

Tho.—­ding staffe.  Why, a Cane is a leading staffe in a Captaines hand.

Un.  But I must have tassells, Thomas, and such things.

Tho.  At the harnesse of the Carthorses there are tassells and Bells, too, if you will.

Un.  Bells?  What should I doe with em?

Tho.  Ring all your companie in.

Un.  Thou would’st make me a Captaine of a Morris dance.  What serve the phifes and Drumms for, prethee?

Tho.  But does your worship thinke you shall endure the bouncing of the Gunns?  I observed you ever kept a way of at the Musters.

Un.  Thou shalt therefore every morne goe a birding about the house to inure me to the report.  By that tyme thou hast kild all my pigeons I shall endure the noise well enough.

Tho.  But, Sir, you must have a dry Nurse, as many Captaines have.  Let me see:  I can hire you an old limping decayed Sergeant at Brainford that taught the boyes,—­he that had his beard sing’d of at the last Muster:  hee’le doe it bravely.

Un.  What must he have?

Tho.  Alas, twenty pipes[219] of Barmudas a day, six flagons of March[220] beere, a quart of Sack in a weeke, for he scornes meate; and the kitching wench to bring the shirt to him and the only band, for Cuffs he gets none but such as his drunkennes procures him with quarrelling.

Un.  No, I shall be bashfull to learne of a stranger, thou sha’t goe seeke out Captaine Sackburye.

Tho.  He that weares no money in his scarlett hose, and when he is drunke is infected with Counsell?

Un.  The very same; you shall find him at his Lodging in Fleetstreet or in the next taverne.  Give him this Letter; tell him I desire his Companie this summer in the Country.  He shall have a horse of mine, say:—­here, give him this gold, too.