_Lov._ They must either, For so run the conditions, leave those remnants Of fool and feather that they got in France, 25 With all their honourable points of ignorance Pertaining thereunto, as fights and fireworks,[180] Abusing better men than they can be Out of a foreign wisdom, renouncing clean[181] The faith they have in tennis and tall stockings, 30 Short blister'd breeches and those types of travel,[182] And understand again like honest men, Or pack to their old playfellows: there, I take it, They may, 'cum privilegio,' wear away[183] The lag end of their lewdness, and be laugh'd at. 35 _Sands._ 'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases[184] Are grown so catching. _Cham._ What a loss our ladies Will have of these trim vanities! _Lov._ Ay, marry, There will be woe indeed, lords: the sly whoresons Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies; 40 A French song and a fiddle has no fellow. _Sands._ The devil fiddle 'em! I am glad they are going,[185] For, sure, there's no converting of 'em: now[186] An honest country lord, as I am, beaten A long time out of play, may bring his plain-song, 45 And have an hour of hearing; and, by'r lady, Held current music too.[187] _Cham._ Well said, Lord Sands; Your colt's tooth is not cast yet.[188] _Sands._ No, my lord; Nor shall not, while I have a stump.[189] _Cham._ Sir Thomas, Whither were you a-going?[190] _Lov._ To the cardinal's: 50 Your lordship is a guest too. _Cham._ O, 'tis true: This night he makes a supper, and a great one, To many lords and ladies; there will be The beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure you. _Lov._ That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed,[191] 55 A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dews fall every where.[192] _Cham._ No doubt he's noble; He had a black mouth that said other of him. _Sands._ He may, my lord; has wherewithal: in him[193] Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine: 60 Men of his way should be most liberal;[194] They are set here for examples.[195] _Cham._ True, they are so; But few now give so great ones. My barge stays;[196] Your lordship shall along. Come, good Sir Thomas, We shall be late else; which I would not be, 65 For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guildford This night to be comptrollers. _Sands._ I am your lordship's. [_Exeunt._ SCENE IV. _A Hall in York Place._