_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.