Rud.  A good pickt-hatch[26] complement, by my faith; but I prethee what answer’d she.

Foul.  She, I scorne to note that, I hope; then did he vie[27] it againe with an other hah.

Rud.  That was hah, hah, I wood have put the third hah to it, if I had beene as my Mistris, and hah, hah, haht him out of the presence yfaith.

Foul.  Hah, saies he, theis faire eyes, I wood not for a million they were in France, they wood renew all our civill-wars againe.

Goos.  That was not so good, me thinkes, Captaine.

Rud.  Well iudgd, yfaith; there was a little wit in that, I must confesse, but she put him downe far, and aunswered him with a question, and that was whether he wood seeme a lover, or a jester? if a lover, a must tell her far more lykelier then those, or else she was far from believing them; if a Jester, she cood have much more ridiculous jests then his of twenty fooles, that followed the Court; and told him she had as lieve be courted with a brush faggot as with a Frenchman, that spent it selfe all in sparkes, and would sooner fire ones chimney then warme the house, and that such sparkes were good enough yet to set thatcht dispositions a fire, but hers was tild with sleight, and respected them as sleightly.

Goos.  Why so Captaine, and yet you talke of your great Frenchmen; [would] to God little England had never knowne them I may say.

Foul.  What’s the matter sir Gyles? are you out of love with Frenchmen now of a sodaine?

Goos.  Slydd Captaine, wood not make one, Ile be sworne?  Ile be sworne, they tooke away a mastie Dogge of mine by commission:  now I thinke on’t, makes my teares stand in my eyes with griefe, I had rather lost the dearest friend that ever I lay withall in my life be this light; never stir if he fought not with great Sekerson[28] foure hours to one, foremost take up hindmost, and tooke so many loaves from him, that he sterud him presently:  So at last the dog cood doe no more then a Beare cood doe, and the beare being heavie with hunger you know, fell upon the Dogge, broke his backe, and the Dogge never stird more.

Rud.  Why thou saist the Frenchmen tooke him away.

Goos.  Frenchmen, I, so they did too, but yet, and he had not bin kild, twood nere a greevd me.

Foul.  O excellent unity of speech.

    Enter Will, and Iacke at seuerall Doores.

Will.  Save ye, Knights.

Ia.  Save you, Captaine.

Foul.  Pages, welcome my fine Pages.

Rud.  Welcome, boyes.

Goos.  Welcome, sweet Will, good Iacke.

Foul.  But how chaunce you are so farre from London now pages? is it almost Dinner time?

Wil.  Yes indeed Sir, but we left our fellowes to wait for once, and cood not chuse in pure love to your worships, but we must needs come, and meet you, before you mett our Ladies, to tell you a secret.