Boldness and dexterity he demands--the justice-books bear witness in thy favour; no starting at scruples in his service why, who ever suspected thee of a conscience?
an assurance he must have who would follow a courtier--and thy brow is as impenetrable as a Milan visor.

There is but one thing I would fain see amended in thee." "And what is that, my most precious friend Anthony ?" replied Lambourne; "for I swear by the pillow of the Seven Sleepers I will not be slothful in amending it." "Why, you gave a sample of it even now," said Foster.

"Your speech twangs too much of the old stamp, and you garnish it ever and anon with singular oaths, that savour of Papistrie.

Besides, your exterior man is altogether too deboshed and irregular to become one of his lordship's followers, since he has a reputation to keep up in the eye of the world.
You must somewhat reform your dress, upon a more grave and composed fashion; wear your cloak on both shoulders, and your falling band unrumpled and well starched.

You must enlarge the brim of your beaver, and diminish the superfluity of your trunk-hose; go to church, or, which will be better, to meeting, at least once a month; protest only upon your faith and conscience; lay aside your swashing look, and never touch the hilt of your sword but when you would draw the carnal weapon in good earnest." "By this light, Anthony, thou art mad," answered Lambourne, "and hast described rather the gentleman-usher to a puritan's wife, than the follower of an ambitious courtier! Yes, such a thing as thou wouldst make of me should wear a book at his girdle instead of a poniard, and might just be suspected of manhood enough to squire a proud dame-citizen to the lecture at Saint Antonlin's, and quarrel in her cause with any flat-capped threadmaker that would take the wall of her.