_Enter to them Iack, Bullaker, Will_.
_Ia_. Captaine _Fowleweather_, my Lady the Countes _Eugenia_ commends
her most kindly to you, and is determined to morrowe morning earely, if
it be a frost, to take her Coach to Barnet to bee nipt; where if it
please you, to meete her, and accompany her homewarde, joyning your wit
with the frost, and helpe to nip her, She does not doubt but tho you had
a sad supper, you will have a joyfull breakefast.
_Foul_. I shall indeed, my deare youth.
_Rud_. Why Captaine I abus'd thee, I see: I said the Ladies respected
thee not, and now I perceive the widow is in love with thee.
_Foul_. Sblood, Knight, I knew I had strucke her to the quicke, I
wondred shee departed in that extravagant fashion: I am sure I past one
_Passado_ of Courtship upon her, that has hertofore made a lane amongst
the _French_ Ladies like a Culvering shot, Ile be sworne; and I thinke,
Sir _Gyles_, you saw she fell under it.
_Goos_. O as cleare as candlelight, by this daylight.
_Rud_. O good Knight a the post[10], heele sweare anything.
_Will_. The other two Ladies commend them no lesse kindly to you two
Knights too; & desire your worships wood meete them at Barnet ith
morning with the Captaine.
_Foul. Goos. Rud_. O good Sir.
_Goos_. Our worships shall attend their Ladiships thether.
_Ia_. No Sir _Gyles_ by no meanes, they will goe privately thether, but
if you will meet them there.
_Rud_. Meet them? weele die fort, but weele meet them.
_Foul_. Let's goe thether to night, Knights, and you be true Gallants.
_Rud_. Content.
_Ia_. How greedely they take it in, Sirra?
_Goos_. No it is too farre to goe to night, weele be up betimes ith
morning, and not goe to bedd at all.
_Foul_. Why its but ten miles, and a fine cleere night, sir _Gyles_.
_Goos_. But ten miles? what do ye talke, Captaine?
_Rud_. Why? doost thinke its any more?
_Goos_. I, Ile lay ten pounds its more than ten miles, or twelve eyther.
_Rud_. What, to _Barnet_.
_Goos_. I, to _Barnet_.
_Rud_. Slydd, Ile lay a hundred pound with thee, if thou wilt.
_Goos_. Ile lay five hundred, to a hundred. Slight I will not be
outborne with a wager, in that I know: I am sure it was foure yeeres
agon ten miles thether, and I hope tis more now. Slydd doe not miles
grow thinke you, as well as other _Animals_?
_Ia_. O wise Knight!
_Goos_. I never innd in the Towne but once, and then they lodged me in a
Chamber so full of these Ridiculous Fleas, that I was fain to lie
standing all night, and yet I made my man rise, and put out the Candle
too, because they should not see to bite me.
_Foul_. A pretty project.
_Bul_. Intruth Captaine, if I might advise you, you should tarry, and
take the morning afore you.
_Foul_. How? _O mon Dieu_! how the villaine _poultroune_, dishonours his
travaile! You _Buffonly Mouchroun_, are you so mere rude, and English to
advise your Captaine?
_Rud_. Nay, I prethee _Fouleweather_, be not tempesteous with thy
poore Lacquay.
_Foul_. Tempesteous, Sir _Cutt_? will your _Frenchman_, thinke you,
suffer his Lacquay to advise him?
_Goos_. O God you must take heed Lacquy how you advise your Captaine;
your French lacquay would not have done it.
_Foul_. He would have bin poxt first. _Allume le torche_, sweet Pages
commend us to your Ladies, say we kisse their white hands, and will not
faile to meete them; Knights, which of you leades?
_Goos_. Not wee, sir; you are a Captaine, and a leader.
_Rud_. Besides, thou art commended for the better man, for thou art very
Commendations it selfe, and Captaine Commendations.
_Foul_. Why? what tho I be Captain Commendations?
_Rud_. Why and Captaine Commendations, is harty commendations, for
Captaines are harty I am sure, or else hang them.
_Foul_. Why, what if I be harty Commendations? come, come, sweete
Knights, lead the way.
_Rud_. O Lorde Sir, alwayes after my harty Commendations.
_Foul_. Nay then you conquer me with precedent, by the autenticall forme
of all Iustice letters.
[_Alloun. Exeunt_.
_Ia_. Here's a most sweet Gudgeon swallowed, is there not?
_Will_. I but how will they disgest it, thinkest thou when they shall
finde our Ladies not there?
_Ia_. I have a vaunt-currying[11] devise shall make them digest it most
healthfully.
[_Exeunt_.