, and intreat him to
come quicken our Eares with some of his pleasant Spirit; This same
_Fowleweather_ has made me so melancholly, prethie make haste.

_Wyn_. I will Madam. [_Exit_.

_Hip_. We will bid our guests good night, Madam; this same
_Fowleweather_ makes me so sleepy.

_Pen_. Fie uppon it; for Gods sake shut the Casements, heres such a
fulsome Aire comes into this Chamber; in good faith Madame you must
keepe your House in better reparations, this same _Fowlweather_ beats
in so filthily.

_Eug_. Ile take order with the Porter for it, Lady: good night,
gentlemen.

_Ru_. Why good night, and be hangd, and you'l needs be gon.

_Goos_. God give you good night Madams, thanke you for my good cheere,
weele tickle the vanity ant no longer with you at this time but ile
indite your La. to supper at my lodging one of these mornings; and that
ere long too, because we are all mortall you know.

_Eu_, Light the Lady _Penelope_, and the Lady _Hippolyta_ to their
Chambers; good night faire Ladies.

_Hip_. Good night, Madam; I wish you may sleep well after your light
supper.

_Eug_, I warrant you, Lady, I shall never be troubled with dreaming of
my _French_ Suter.
[_Exeunt_.

_Ru_. Why how now my _Frenchified_ captain _Fowlweather_? by Cods ludd
thy Surname is never thought upon here, I perceive heeres nobody gives
thee any commendations.

_Fo_. Why this is the untravaild rudnes of our grose Englesh Ladies now;
would any _French_ Lady use a man thus thinke ye? be they any way so
uncivill, and fulsome? they say they weare fowle smockes, and course
smockes; I say they lie, and I will die int.

_Rud_. I, doe so, pray thee, thou shalt die in a very honorable cause,
thy countries generall quarrell right.

_Foul_. Their smockes, quoth you? a my word you shall take them up so
white, and so pure, so sweet, so Emphaticall, so mooving--

_Rud_. I marry Sir, I thinke they be continually moving.

_Foul_. But if their smockes were course or foule.

_Rud_. Nay I warrant thee thou carest not, so thou wert at them.

_Foul_. S'death they put not all their virtues in their smockes, or in
their mockes, or in their stewde cockes as our Ladies doe.

_Rud_. But in their stewd pox, thers all their gentilitie.

_Goos_. Nay, good Sir _Cutt_., doe not agravate him no more.

_Foul_. Then they are so kinde, so wise, so familiar, so noble, so sweet
in entertainment, that when you shall have cause to descourse