Luc. I did: Sir, your long practice in the State, under a great man, hath led you to much experience.
Gent. My Lord.
Luc. Suffer not your modesty to excuse it: in short, and in private, I desire your direction, I take my study already to be furnisht after a grave and wise method.
Gent. What will this Lord do?
Luc. My Book-strings are sutable, and of a reaching colour.
Gent. How's this?
Luc. My Standish of Wood, strange and sweet, and my fore-flap hangs in the right place, and as near Machiavel's, as can be gathered by tradition.
Gent. Are there such men as will say nothing abroad, and play the fools in their Lodgings? this Lord must be followed: and hath your Lordship some new made words to scatter in your speeches in publick, to gain note, that the hearers may carry them away, and dispute of them at dinner?
Luc. I have Sir: and besides, my several Gowns and Caps agreeable to my several occasions.