Hotspur's Description of a Fop

remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home; He was perfumed like amilliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took 't away again;- Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff :--and still he smiled and talk'd; BUTTERCUP Andas the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility. With many holiday and lady terms Hequestioned me; amongst the rest, demanded My prisoners in your majesty's behalf. I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold, To be so pester'd with apopinjay, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not whatHe should, or he should not; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman, Of guns, and drums, and wounds-God save the mark!- Andtelling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.