A board groaning under the heavy burden of the beasts that cheweth the cudd, and the Fowl that cutteth the Air: I shall not like the Table of a countrey Justice, besprinkled over with all manner of cheap Sallads, sliced Beef, Giblets, and Petitoes, to fill up room, nor should there stand any great, cumbersom, un-cut-up pies, at the nether end fill'd with moss and stones, partly to make a shew with and partly to keep the lower Mess from eating, nor shall my meat come in sneaking, like the City service, one dish a quarter of an hour after another, and gone, as if they had appointed to meet there, and had mistook the hour, nor should it, like the new Court service, come in in haste, as if it fain would be gone again, all courses at once, like a hunting breakfast, but I would have my several courses, and my dishes well fill'd, my first course should be brought in after the antient manner, by a score of old bleer-ey'd Serving-men, in long blew coats, (marry they shall buy Silk, Facing, and Buttons themselves) but that's by the way. _Boy._ Master the time calls on, will you be walking? [_Exit Boy._ _Laza._ Follow boy, follow, my guts were half an hour since in the privy Kitchin. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Tertia._ _Enter Count, and his Sister_ Oriana. _Oria._ Faith brother, I must needs go yonder. _Count._ And faith Sister what will you do yonder? _Oria._ I know the Lady _Honoria_ will be glad to see me. _Count._ Glad to see you? faith the Lady _Honoria_ cares for you as she doth for all other young Ladies, she's glad to see you, and will shew you the Privy Garden, and tell you how many Gowns the Duchess had; Marry if you have ever an old Uncle, that would be a Lord, or ever a kinsman that hath done a murther, or committed a robbery, and will give good store of Money to procure his pardon, then the Lady _Honoria_ will be glad to see you. _Oria._ I, but they say one shall see fine sights at the Court. _Count._ I'll tell you what you shall see, you shall see many faces of mans making, for you shall find very few as God left them: and you shall see many legs too; amongst the rest you shall behold one pair, the feet of which, were in times past, sockless, but are now through the change of time (that alters all things) very strangely become the legs of a Knight and a Courtier; another pair you shall see, that were heir apparent legs to a Glover, these legs hope shortly to be honourable; when they pass by they will bow, and the mouth to these legs, will seem to offer you some Courtship; it [will] swear, but [it] will lye, hear it not. _Oria._ Why, and are not these fine sights? _Count._ Sister, in seriousness you yet are young And fair, a fair young Maid, and apt. _Oria._ Apt?