The elder sort go stately stalking on,
And on their backs they bear both land and fee,
Castles and Towers, revénues and receipts,
Lordships and manors, fines, yea farms and all.
What should these be? (Speak you, my lovely lord!)
They be not men: for why? they have no beards.
They be no boys, which wear such side-long gowns.
What be they? women, masking in men’s weeds,
With dutchkin doublets and with jerkins jagged,
With Spanish spangs and ruffs set out of France.