Tam. The man's a courtier at first sight.
Buss. I can sing pricksong, lady, at first
sight; and why not be a courtier as suddenly?
Beaup. Here's a courtier rotten before he be
ripe.[95]
Buss. Thinke me not impudent, lady; I am
yet no courtier; I desire to be one and would
gladly take entrance, madam, under your
princely colours.
Enter Barrisor, L'Anou, Pyrhot.