Bul.  I am now the great French Travalers page.

Will.  Or rather the French Travalers great page, Sir; on, on.

Bul.  Hight Captaine Fowleweather, alias Commendations; whose valours within here at super with the Countes Eugenia, whose propper eaters I take you two to be.

Will.  You mistake us not Sir.

Ia.  This Captaine Fowleweather, alias Commendations—­

Will.  Is the Gallant that will needs be a sutor to our Countes.

Bul.[1] Faith, and if Fouleweather be a welcome suter to a faire Lady, has good lucke.

Ia.  O Sir, beware of one that can showre into the lapps of Ladies.  Captaine Fowleweather? why hees a Captinado, or Captaine of Captaines, and will lie in their joyntes that give him cause to worke uppon them so heauylie, that he will make their hartes ake I warrant him.  Captaine Fowleweather? why he will make the cold stones sweate for feare of him, a day or two before he come at them.  Captaine Fowleweather? why he does so dominere, and raigne over women.

Will.  A plague of Captaine Fowleweather, I remember him now Iack, and know him to be a dull moist-braind Asse.

Ia.  A Southerne man I thinke.

Will.  As fearefull as a Haire, and will lye like a Lapwing,[2] and I know how he came to be a Captain, and to have his Surname of Commendations.

Ia.  How I preethee Will?

Will.  Why Sir he served the great Lady Kingcob and was yeoman of her wardroppe, & because a cood brush up her silkes lustely, she thought he would curry the enemies coates as soundly, and so by her commendations, he was made Captaine in the lowe Countries.

Ia.  Then being made Captaine onely by his Ladies commendations, without any worth also of his owne, he was ever after surnamd Captaine Commendations?

Will.  Right.

Bul.  I, Sir right, but if he had not said right, my Captaine should have taken no wrong at his handes, nor yours neyther, I can tell ye.

Ia.  What are those two Knights names, that are thy Captaines Comrades, and within at Supper with our Lady?

Bul.  One of their names Sir, is, Sir Gyles Goosecappe, the others Sir Cutt Rudseby.

Will.  Sir Gyles Goosecappe? what’s he? a gentleman?

Bul.  I, that he is, at least if he be not a noble man; and his chiefe house is in Essex.

Ia.  In Essex? did not his Auncestors come out of London.

Bul.  Yes that they did Sir, the best Gosecappes in England, come out of London I assure you.

Will.  I, but, Sir, these must come into it before they come out ont I hope; but what countriman is Sir Cutt Rudesby?

Bul.  A Northern man, or a Westernman I take him, but my Captaine is the Emphaticall man; and by that pretty word Emphaticall you shall partly know him:  for tis a very forcible word in troth, and yet he forces it too much by his favour; mary no more then he does all the rest of his wordes; with whose multiplicity often times he travailes himselfe out of all good company.