“Marry come up!” interposed Rachel. “If the gentleman thou hast scarce finished busking be not a sorry figure, I ne’er did see the like.”
“Stays, ear-rings, muffs!” repeated Sir Thomas under his breath. “Belike a fan, too, Jack?—and a pomander?—and masks?—and gloves?”
“Gloves, without doubt, sir; and they of fair white Spanish leather, wrought with silk. Masks, but rarely; nor neither fans nor pomanders.”
“Not yet, I reckon. Dear heart! what will the idle young gallants be a-running after the next? We shall have them twisting rats’ tails in their hair, or riding in coaches.”
“I ensure you, Sir, many gentlemen do even now ride in coaches. ’Tis said the Queen somewhat misliketh the same.”
“Dear heart!” said Sir Thomas again.
“And now, Sir, you can well see all these must needs be had—”
“Beshrew me, Jack, if I see aught of the sort!”
“All I see,” retorted Rachel, “is, if they be had, they must be paid for.”
“Nay, worry not the lad thus!” was softly breathed from Lady Enville’s corner. “If other gentlemen wear such gear, Jack must needs have the same also. You would not have him mean and sorry?” (shabby.)