_Rud_. How did they put them downe, I pray thee?

_Foul_. Why for wit, and for Court-ship Sir _Moile_.

_Rud_.[25] As how, good left-handed _Francois_.

_Foul_. Why Sir when _Monsieur Lambois_ came to your mistris the Lady
_Hippolyta_ as she sate in the presence,--sit downe here good Sir _Gyles
Goose-cappe_,--he kneeld me by her thus Sir, and with a most queint
_French start_ in his speech of ah _bellissime_, I desire to die now,
saies he, for your love that I might be buried here.

_Rud_. A good pickt-hatch[26] complement, by my faith; but I prethee
what answer'd she.

_Foul_. She, I scorne to note that, I hope; then did he vie[27] it
againe with an other hah.

_Rud_. That was hah, hah, I wood have put the third hah to it, if I had
beene as my Mistris, and hah, hah, haht him out of the presence yfaith.

_Foul_. Hah, saies he, theis faire eyes, I wood not for a million they
were in _France_, they wood renew all our civill-wars againe.

_Goos_. That was not so good, me thinkes, Captaine.

_Rud_. Well iudgd, yfaith; there was a little wit in that, I must
confesse, but she put him downe far, and aunswered him with a
question, and that was whether he wood seeme a lover, or a jester? if a
lover, a must tell her far more lykelier then those, or else she was far