Sale. Yes, faith, for better for worse.
I've read a fiction out of Rab'lais to 'em
In a religious tone, which he believes
For good French liturgy. When I had done,
There came a christening.
Plot. And didst thou baptize
Out of thy Rab'lais too?
Sale. No, faith; I left 'em
In expectation of their pastor.
Bright. Newcut,
Who does he look like in that dress?
New. Hum! why
Like a Geneva weaver in black, who left[256]
The loom, and enter'd into th' ministry
For conscience' sake.
Plot. Well, gentlemen, you all
Do know your parts: you, Captain and Bannswright,
Go, get your properties. For you two, these
Two mules shall carry you in greater state
And more ease than the fistula. You, sister,
We'll leave unto your knight, to come anon.
Roseclap and I will thither straight. You, Cypher,
Know what you have to do.
Sale. And as for me,
I'm an invited guest, and am to bless
The venison in French, or in a grace
Of broken English.
Quart. Before we do divide
Our army, let us dip our rosemaries[257]
In one rich bowl of sack to this brave girl,
And to the gentleman that was my fish.
All. Agreed, agreed.
Plot. Captain, you shall dip first. [Exeunt.