No.She may be their sovereign ruler.Also they often hang their female malefactors, instead of drowning them decently, as other nations use.The furniture in their inns is walnut, in Germany only deal.French windows are ill.The lower half is of wood, and opens; the upper half is of glass, but fixed; so that the servant cannot come at it to clean it.The German windows are all glass, and movable, and shine far and near like diamonds.In France many mean houses are not glazed at all.Once I saw a Frenchman pass a church without unbonneting.This I ne'er witnessed in Holland, Germany, or Italy.At many inns they show the traveller his sheets, to give him assurance they are clean, and warm them at the fire before him; a laudable custom.They receive him kindly and like a guest; they mostly cheat him, and whiles cut his throat.
They plead in excuse hard and tyrannous laws.And true it is their law thrusteth its nose into every platter, and its finger into every pie.In France worshipful men wear their hats and their furs indoors, and go abroad lighter clad.In Germany they don hat and furred cloak to go abroad; but sit bareheaded and light clad round the stove.
"The French intermix not the men and women folk in assemblies, as we Hollanders use.Round their preachers the women sit on their heels in rows, and the men stand behind them.Their harvests are rye, and flax, and wine.Three mules shall you see to one horse, and whole flocks of sheep as black as coal.
"In Germany the snails be red.I lie not.The French buy minstrelsy, but breed jests, and make their own mirth.The Germans foster their set fools, with ear-caps, which move them to laughter by simulating madness; a calamity that asks pity, not laughter.In this particular I deem that lighter nation wiser than the graver German.What sayest thou? Alas! canst not answer me now.
"In Germany the petty laws are wondrous wise and just.Those against criminals, bloody.In France bloodier still; and executed a trifle more cruelly there.Here the wheel is common, and the fiery stake; and under this king they drown men by the score in Paris river, Seine yclept.But the English are as peremptory in hanging and drowning for a light fault; so travellers report.
Finally, a true-hearted Frenchman, when ye chance on one, is a man as near perfect as earth affords; and such a man is my Denys, spite of his foul mouth."Denys."My foul mouth! Is that so writ, Master Richart?"Richart."Ay, in sooth; see else."
Denys (inspecting the letter gravely)."I read not the letter so."Richart."How then?"
Denys."Humph! ahem why just the contrary." He added: "'Tis kittle work perusing of these black scratches men are agreed to take for words.And I trow 'tis still by guess you clerks do go, worthy sir.My foul mouth! This is the first time e'er I heard on't.Eh, mesdames?"But the females did not seize the opportunity he gave them, and burst into a loud and general disclaimer.Margaret blushed and said nothing; the other two bent silently over their work with something very like a sly smile.Denys inspected their countenances long and carefully.And the perusal was so satisfactory, that he turned with a tone of injured, but patient innocence, and bade Richart read on.
"The Italians are a polished and subtle people.They judge a man, not by his habits, but his speech and gesture.Here Sir Chough may by no means pass for falcon gentle, as did I in Germany, pranked in my noble servant's feathers.Wisest of all nations in their singular temperance of food and drink.Most foolish of all to search strangers coming into their borders, and stay them from bringing much money in.They should rather invite it, and like other nations, let the traveller from taking of it out.Also here in Venice the dames turn their black hair yellow by the sun and art, to be wiser than Him who made them.Ye enter no Italian town without a bill of health, though now is no plague in Europe.This peevishness is for extortion's sake.The innkeepers cringe and fawn, and cheat, and in country places murder you.Yet will they give you clean sheets by paying therefor.Delicate in eating, and abhor from putting their hand in the plate; sooner they will apply a crust or what not.They do even tell of a cardinal at Rome, which armeth his guest's left hand with a little bifurcal dagger to hold the meat, while his knife cutteth it.But methinks this, too, is to be wiser than Him, who made the hand so supple and prehensile."Eli."I am of your mind, my lad."
"They are sore troubled with the itch.And ointment for it, unguento per la rogna, is cried at every corner of Venice.From this my window I saw an urchin sell it to three several dames in silken trains, and to two velvet knights."Catherine."Italy, my lass, I rede ye wash your body i' the tub o'
