And this shall moaw the head of Mounsieur Barnavelt. Man is but grasse and hay: I have him here And here I have him. I would undertake with this Sword To cutt the devills head of, hornes and all, And give it to a Burger for his breakfast. Ley.
It is good to take two or three spoonfuls of it in a good ordinary bouillon. I should like better the boiling the same things in a close flagon in bulliente Balneo, as my Lady Kent, and My Mother used. Mounsieur de Bourdeaux used to take a mornings a broth, thus made.
Bois. And the rather When question is made of such as are Your officers placed in authoritie, Of whom the ancientst Mounsieur Barnavelt, So much commended for so many good And notable services don for theis Cuntries, Deserves most serious regard.
Mounsieur De S. Euremont makes thus his potage de santé and boiled meat for dinner, being very Valetudinary. Then put in the Hen again, and a handful of white Endive uncut at length, which requireth more boiling then tenderer herbs.
"Mounsieur Cobweb; good mounsieur, get you your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipp'd humble-bee on the top of a thistle, and, good mounsieur, bring me the honey-bag." This command might be executed in this country, for we have the "red-hipp'd humble-bee;" and we have the thistle, and there is no more likely place to look for the humblebee in midsummer than on a thistle-blossom.
The playwrights could always secure an audience by a skilful portrait of an "English Mounsieur" such as Sir Fopling Flutter, who "went to Paris a plain bashful English Blockhead and returned a fine undertaking French Fop." There had always been a protest against foreign influence, but in the eighteenth century one cannot fail to notice a stronger and more contemptuous attitude than ever before.
Sir Francis Courtwell. Sir Fr. That's my name, Sir. De. And myne Mounsieur Device. Sir Fr. A Frenchman Sir? De. No, sir; an English Monsier made up by a Scotch taylor that was prentice in France. I shall write my greatest ambition satisfied if you please to lay your Comands upon mee. Sir Fr.
At Paris Martin Lister, though in the train of the English Ambassador, principally enjoyed "Mr Bennis in the dissecting-room working by himself upon a dead body," and "took more pleasure to see Monsieur Breman in his white waistcoat digging in the royal physic-garden and sowing his couches, than Mounsieur de Saintot making room for an ambassador": and found himself better disposed and more apt to learn the names and physiognomy of a hundred plants, than of five or six princes.
My fighting servant? has he beaten you, sir? Perhapps he thought you were his Rivall; surely I saw him not since yesterday. Cou. Bu'y, Ladie. How many mile ist to the next Cutlers? Sis. Dee heare, sir? I can tell you now what Lady twas you did Abuse so. Cou. I abuse a Ladie! tell me the slave Reported it. I hope twill prove this Mounsieur. If ere we meet agen! Who wast? Sis.
And sodainely this must be don and constantly: The powrs ye hold els wilbe scornd & laughd at, And theis unchristian stroakes be laid to your charge. Bred. We all know how much followed And with what swarmes of love this Mounsieur Barnavelt Is courted all the Cuntry over. Besides, at Leyden We heare how Hogerbeets behaves himself, And how he stirrs the peoples harts against us. Vand.