Oh, my sprightly Frenchman! Do you know him? he 's an
admirable tilter.
Flam. I saw him at last tilting: he showed like a pewter candlestick
fashioned like a man in armour, holding a tilting staff in his hand,
little bigger than a candle of twelve i' th' pound.
Lawyer. Oh, but he's an excellent horseman!
Flam. A lame one in his lofty tricks; he sleeps a-horseback, like a
poulterer.
Enter English and Spanish
Lawyer. Lo you, my Spaniard!
Flam. He carried his face in 's ruff, as I have seen a serving-man
carry glasses in a cypress hatband, monstrous steady, for fear of
breaking; he looks like the claw of a blackbird, first salted, and
then broiled in a candle. [Exeunt.
SCENE II
The Arraignment of Vittoria
Enter Francisco, Monticelso, the six Lieger Ambassadors, Brachiano,
Vittoria, Zanche, Flamineo, Marcello, Lawyer, and a Guard.
Mont. Forbear, my lord, here is no place assign'd you.
This business, by his Holiness, is left
To our examination.
Brach. May it thrive with you. [Lays a rich gown under him.
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