Goos. All his beard nothing but haire.
Rud. Or something else.
Goos. Or something else as you say.
Foul. Excellent good.
Goos. His Mellons, or his Apricocks, Orrenges alwaies in an uncleane hand-kerchiffe, very cleanely, I warrant you, my Lord.
Fur. A good neate foole, sir Gyles, of mine honour.
Goose. Then his fine words that he sets them in, concaticall, a fine Annisseede wench foole, upon ticket, and so forth.
Fur. Passing strange words beleeve me.
Goos. Knoth every man at the table, though he never saw him before, by sight, and then will he foole you so finely my Lord, that he will make your hart ake, till your eyes runne over.
Fur. The best that ever I heard, pray mercy, good Knight, for thy merry description. Captaine, I give thee twenty companies of commendations, never to be cashierd.