Rud. O asse they be odorous.[39]
Goos. A botts a that stincking word odorous, I can never hitt on't.
Fur. And how like you my Court-counsell, gallants, ha?
Foul. Out of all proportion excellent, my Lord; and beleeve it, for Emphaticall Courtship, your Lordship puts downe all the Lords of the Court.
Fur. No, good Captaine, no.
Foul. By France you doe, my Lord, for Emphaticall Courtship.
Fur. For Emphaticall Courtship indeed I can doe somewhat.
Foul. Then does your merry entertainment become you so festifally, that you have all the bravery of a Saint Georges Day about ye, when you use it.
Fur. Nay thats too much, in sadnesse, Captaine.
Goos. O good, my Lord, let him prayse you, what so ere it costs your Lordship.