Capt. Yes, sir, and returned perfect monsieurs.
Sad. Yes, even to their diseases. I confess my ignorance; I cannot amble, nor ride like St George at Waltham.[210]
Jolly. Yet, upon my conscience, he may be as welcome with a trot as the other with his pace. And faith, Jack (to be a little free), tell me, dost thou not think thou hadst been as well to pass here, with that English nose thou carriedst hence, as with the French tongue thou hast brought home?
[The Captain has a patch over his nose.
Capt. It is an accident, and to a soldier 'tis but a scar. 'Tis true, such a sign upon Master Jolly's face had been as ill as a red cross, and Lord have mercy upon us,[211] at his lodging-door, to have kept women out of court.
Jolly. For aught you know of the court.
Capt. I know the court, and thee, and thy use, and how you serve but as the handsomest movables; a kind of implement above-stairs, and look much like one of the old court-servants in the hangings.
Wild. But that they move and look fresher, and your apparel more modern.
Care. Yes, faith, their office is the same, to adorn the room, and be gazed on. Alas! he's sad: courage, man, these riding-clothes will serve thee at the latter day.
Capt. Which is one of their grievances; for nothing troubles them more than to think they must appear in a foul winding-sheet, and come undressed.