Ele. I prithee tell me, Buzzano,—so, I heare thy master call thee—
Buz. He may call me at his pleasure, forsooth.
Ele. Dost thou know the nature of the English?
Buz. Both men and women: I travelled thither with an Embassadour. For the men Ile not misse you a haire of their condition; and for the women I know 'em as well as if I had bene in their bellyes.
Ele. Are they not cruell?
Buz. As Tygers, when they set on't: no mercy unlesse we aske them forgiveness.
Ele. That's somewhat yet.
Buz. But not to you; that's onely to men; for lett the women fall downe afore 'em never so often they'le rather fall upon them. Nay, some of them are so spitefull they'le breake their owne backes before they let 'em rise againe.
Ele. Foole, I meane not your way.
Buz. Keepe your owne way, madam; I meane the playne way.