s train,
You sit o' one side--"there's the Earl," say I--
"What then," say you!

_3rd Retainer._ I'll wager he has let
Both swans be tamed for Lady Mildred swim
Over the falls and gain the river!

_Gerard._ Ralph!
Is not to-morrow my inspecting day
For you and for your hawks?

_4th Retainer._ Let Gerard be!
He's coarse-grained, like his carved black cross-bow stock.
Ha, look now, while we squabble with him, look!
Well done, now--is not this beginning, now,
To purpose?

_1st Retainer._ Our retainers look as fine--
That's comfort. Lord, how Richard holds himself
With his white staff! Will not a knave behind
Prick him upright?

_4th Retainer._ He's only bowing, fool!
The Earl's man bent us lower by this much.

_1st Retainer._ That's comfort. Here's a very cavalcade!

_3rd Retainer._ I don't see wherefore Richard, and his troop
Of silk and silver varlets there, should find
Their perfumed selves so indispensable
On high days, holidays! Would it so disgrace
Our family, if I, for instance, stood--
In my right hand a cast of Swedish hawks,
A leash of greyhounds in my left?--

_Gerard._ --With Hugh
The logman for supporter, in his right
The bill-hook, in his left the brushwood-shears!

_3rd Retainer._ Out on you, crab! What next, what next?
The Earl!

_1st Retainer._ Oh Walter, groom, our horses, do they match
The Earl's? Alas, that first pair of the six--
They paw the ground--Ah Walter! and that brute
Just on his haunches by the wheel!

_6th Retainer._ Ay--ay!
You, Philip, are a special hand, I hear,
At soups and sauces: what's a horse to you?
D'ye mark that beast they've slid into the midst
So cunningly?--then, Philip, mark this further;
No leg has he to stand on!

_1st Retainer._ No? That's comfort.

_2nd Retainer._ Peace, Cook! The Earl descends. Well, Gerard, see
The Earl at least! Come, there's a proper man,
I hope! Why, Ralph, no falcon, Pole or Swede,
Has got a starrier eye.

_3rd Retainer._ His eyes are blue:
But leave my hawks alone!

_4th Retainer._ So young, and yet
So tall and shapely!

_5th Retainer._ Here's Lord Tresham's self!
There now--there's what a nobleman should be!
He's older, graver, loftier, he's more like
A House's head.

_2nd Reta