say, for Comparisons are odious.

_Foul_. So they are indeed, sir _Cut_., all but my Lords.

_Goos_. Be Caparisons odious, sir _Cut_; what, like flowers?

_Rud_. O asse they be odorous.[39]

_Goos_. A botts a that stincking word odorous, I can never hitt on't.

_Fur_. And how like you my Court-counsell, gallants, ha?

_Foul_. Out of all proportion excellent, my Lord; and beleeve it, for
Emphaticall Courtship, your Lordship puts downe all the Lords of the
Court.

_Fur_. No, good Captaine, no.

_Foul_. By _France_ you doe, my Lord, for Emphaticall Courtship.

_Fur_. For Emphaticall Courtship indeed I can doe somewhat.

_Foul_. Then does your merry entertainment become you so festifally,
that you have all the bravery of a Saint _Georges_ Day about ye, when
you use it.

_Fur_. Nay thats too much, in sadnesse, Captaine.

_Goos_. O good, my Lord, let him prayse you, what so ere it costs your
Lordship.

_Foul_. I assure your Lordship, your merry behaviour does so festifally
show upon you, that every high holliday, when Ladies wood be most
beautifull, every one wishes to God she were turnd into such a little
Lord as you, when y'are merry.

_Goos_. By this fire they doe my Lord, I have heard am.

_Fur_. Marry God forbid, Knight, they shood be turnd into me; I had
rather be turnd into them, a mine honour.

_Foul_. Then for your Lordships quips, and quicke jests, why _Gesta
Romanorum_ were nothing to them, a my vertue.

_Fur_. Well, well, well, I will heare thee no more, I will heare thee
no more, good Captaine. Tha's an excellent wit, and thou shalt have
Crownes, a mine honour, and now Knights, and Captaine, the foole you
told me off, do you all know him?

_Goos_. I know him best my Lord.

_Fur_. Doe you sir _Gyles_? to him then, good Knight, and be here with
him and here, and here, and here againe; I meane paint him unto us sir
_Gyles_, paint him lively, lively now, my good Knightly boy.

_Goos_. Why my good Lord? he will nere be long from us, because we are
all mortall you know.

_Fur_. Very true.

_Goos_. And as soone as ever we goe to Dinner, and Supper together--

_Rud_. Dinner and supper together, whens that troe?

_Goos_. A will come you in amongst us, with his Cloake buttond, loose
under his chinne.

_Rud_. Buttond loose, my Lord?

_Goos_. I my Lord, buttond loose still, and both the flaps cast over
before both his shoulders afore him.

_Rud_. Both shoulders afore him?

_Fur_. From bef