FERDINAND. This great Count Malatesti, I perceive,
Hath got employment?
DELIO. No employment, my lord;
A marginal note in the muster-book, that he is
A voluntary lord.
FERDINAND. He 's no soldier.
DELIO. He has worn gun-powder in 's hollow tooth for the tooth-ache.
SILVIO. He comes to the leaguer with a full intent
To eat fresh beef and garlic, means to stay
Till the scent be gone, and straight return to court.
DELIO. He hath read all the late service
As the City-Chronicle relates it;
And keeps two pewterers going, only to express
Battles in model.
SILVIO. Then he 'll fight by the book.
DELIO. By the almanac, I think,
To choose good days and shun the critical;
That 's his mistress' scarf.
SILVIO. Yes, he protests
He would do much for that taffeta.
DELIO. I think he would run away from a battle,
To save it from taking prisoner.
SILVIO. He is horribly afraid
Gun-powder will spoil the perfume on 't.
DELIO. I saw a Dutchman break his pate once
For calling him pot-gun; he made his head
Have a bore in 't like a musket.
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