Fo. Why this is the untravaild rudnes of our grose Englesh Ladies now; would any French Lady use a man thus thinke ye? be they any way so uncivill, and fulsome? they say they weare fowle smockes, and course smockes; I say they lie, and I will die int.
Rud. I, doe so, pray thee, thou shalt die in a very honorable cause, thy countries generall quarrell right.
Foul. Their smockes, quoth you? a my word you shall take them up so white, and so pure, so sweet, so Emphaticall, so mooving—
Rud. I marry Sir, I thinke they be continually moving.
Foul. But if their smockes were course or foule.
Rud. Nay I warrant thee thou carest not, so thou wert at them.
Foul. S'death they put not all their virtues in their smockes, or in their mockes, or in their stewde cockes as our Ladies doe.
Rud. But in their stewd pox, thers all their gentilitie.
Goos. Nay, good Sir Cutt., doe not agravate him no more.
Foul. Then they are so kinde, so wise, so familiar, so noble, so sweet in entertainment, that when you shall have cause to descourse or sometimes to come neerer them; if your breath be ill, your teeth ill, or any thing about you ill, why they will presently breake with ye, in kinde sort, good termes, pretty experiments, and tell you plaine this; thus it is with your breath, Sir, thus it is with your teeth, Sir, this is your disease, and this is your medicine.