The Tragedy of
Hearing your worth that way, (ere you attain'd
This reverend garment,) joynes you in commission
With the right fortunate souldier, the Marquess of Pescara,
And the famous Lanoy.
Card.
He that had the honour
Of taking the French King Prisoner?
Mal.
The same,
Here's a plot drawne, for a new Fortification,
At Naples.
Ferd.
This great count Malastete, I perceive,
Hath got employment?
Del.
No employment (my Lord)
A marginall note in the muster-booke, that he is
A voluntary Lord.
Fer.
He's no Souldier.
Del.
He ha's worne gun-powder, in's hollow tooth, for the tooth-ache.
Sil.
He comes to the leaguer, with a full intent
To eate fresh beefe and garlicke, meanes to stay
Till the sent begon, and straight returne to Court.
Del.
He hath read all the late service,
As the City Chronicle relates it,
And keepe two Pewterers going, onely to expresse
Battailes in modell.
Sil.
Then hel; fight by the booke.
Del.
By the Almanacke, I thinke
To choose good dayes, and shun the Criticall,
That's his mistris skarfe.
Sil.
Yes, he protests
He would do much for that taffita.
Del.
I thinke he would run away from a battaile
To save it from taking prisoner.
Sil.
He is horribly afraid,
Gun-powder will spoile the perfume on't.
Del.
I saw a Duch-man breake his pate once
For calling him pot-gun, he made his head
Have a boare in't, like a musket.
Sil.
I would he had made a touch-hole to't.
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