_Ia_. O Sir, beware of one that can showre into the lapps of Ladies. Captaine Fowleweather? why hees a Captinado, or Captaine of Captaines, and will lie in their joyntes that give him cause to worke uppon them so heauylie, that he will make their hartes ake I warrant him. Captaine Fowleweather? why he will make the cold stones sweate for feare of him, a day or two before he come at them. Captaine Fowleweather? why he does so dominere, and raigne over women. _Will_. A plague of Captaine Fowleweather, I remember him now _Iack_, and know him to be a dull moist-braind Asse. _Ia_. A Southerne man I thinke. _Will_. As fearefull as a Haire, and will lye like a Lapwing,[2] and I know how he came to be a Captain, and to have his Surname of Commendations. _Ia_. How I preethee _Will_? _Will_. Why Sir he served the great Lady Kingcob and was yeoman of her wardroppe, & because a cood brush up her silkes lustely, she thought he would curry the enemies coates as soundly, and so by her commendations, he was made Captaine in the lowe Countries. _Ia_. Then being made Captaine onely by his Ladies commendations, without any worth also of his owne, he was ever after surnamd Captaine Commendations? _Will_. Right. _Bul_. I, Sir right, but if he had not said right, my Captaine should have taken no wrong at his handes, nor yours neyther, I can tell ye. _Ia_. What are those two Knights names, that are thy Captaines _Comrades_, and within at Supper with our Lady? _Bul_. One of their names Sir, is, Sir _Gyles Goosecappe_, the others Sir _Cutt Rudseby_. _Will_. Sir _Gyles Goosecappe_? what's he? a gentleman? _Bul_. I, that he is, at least if he be not a noble man; and his chiefe house is in Essex. _Ia_. In Essex? did not his Auncestors come out of London. _Bul_. Yes that they did Sir, the best _Gosecappes_ in England, come out of London I assure you. _Will_. I, but, Sir, these must come into it before they come out ont I hope; but what countriman is Sir _Cutt Rudesby_? _Bul_. A Northern man, or a Westernman I take him, but my Captaine is the Emphaticall man; and by that pretty word Emphaticall you shall partly know him: for tis a very forcible word in troth, and yet he forces it too much by his favour; mary no more then he does all the rest of his wordes; with whose multiplicity often times he travailes himselfe out of all good company. _Iack_. Like enough; he travaild for nothing else. _Will_. But what qualities haunt Sir _Gyles Goosecappe_ now Sir. _Bul_. Sir _Gyles Goosecap_ has always a deathes head (as it were) in his mouth, for his onely one reason for everything is, because we are all mortall; and therefore he is generally cald the mortall Knight; then hath he another pretty phrase too, and that is, he will "tickle the vanity ant" still in everything; and this is your _Summa totalis_ of both their virtues. _Ia_. Tis enough, tis enough, as long as they have land enough, but now muster your third person afore us I beseech you.