Rud. Thou art still prating against English women, I have seene none of the French Dames, I confesse, but your greatest gallants, for men in France, were here lately,[24] I am sure, and me thinks there should be no more difference betwixt our Ladies, and theirs, then there is betwixt our Lords, and theirs, and our Lords are as farr byond them yfaith, for person, and Courtship, as they are beyond ours for phantasticality.
Foul. O Lord sir Cut. I am sure our Ladies hold our Lords tacke for Courtship, and yet the French Lords put them downe; you noted it, sir Gyles.
Goos. O God sir, I stud, and heard it, as I sat ith presence.
Rud. How did they put them downe, I pray thee?
Foul. Why for wit, and for Court-ship Sir Moile.
Rud.[25] As how, good left-handed Francois.
Foul. Why Sir when Monsieur Lambois came to your mistris the Lady Hippolyta as she sate in the presence,—sit downe here good Sir Gyles Goose-cappe,—he kneeld me by her thus Sir, and with a most queint French start in his speech of ah bellissime, I desire to die now, saies he, for your love that I might be buried here.
Rud. A good pickt-hatch[26] complement, by my faith; but I prethee what answer'd she.
Foul. She, I scorne to note that, I hope; then did he vie[27] it againe with an other hah.
Rud. That was hah, hah, I wood have put the third hah to it, if I had beene as my Mistris, and hah, hah, haht him out of the presence yfaith.