Tib. Talk. I would it were to morow: for till he resorte
Our mistresse being a Widow hath small comforte,
And I hearde our nourse speake of an husbande to day
Ready for our mistresse, a riche man and a gay, 40
And we shall go in our frenche hoodes[459] every day,
In our silke cassocks (I warrant you) freshe and gay,
In our tricke[460] ferdegews and billiments of golde,[461]
Brave[462] in our sutes of chaunge seven double folde,
Then shall ye see Tibet sirs, treade the mosse so trimme, 45
Nay, why sayd I treade? ye shall see hir glide and swimme,