Man. Well, sir, Ile not be hookd then now.
Buz. Tis well if you be not. [Exit.
Hen. France is an excellent country.
Man. Oh, a brave one.
Hen. Your Monsieurs gallant sparkes.
Man. Sparkes? oh, sir, all fire,
The soule of complement, courtship & fine language;
Witty & active; lovers of faire Ladyes,
Short naggs & English mastives; proud, fantasticke,
Yet such a pride & such fantasticknes,
It so becomes them, other Nations
(Especially the English) hold themselves
No perfect gentlemen till frenchifyed.
Hen. Tush, England breeds more apes than Barbary.— How chance my father came not home with you?
Man. He was too hard tyed by the leg with busines.
Hen. What busines?
Man. Tis but stepping into France. And he perhaps will tell you.