Giles, vol. i., Pt. ii., Epis. cxvi.
Footnote 81: Op. cit.
Footnote 82: Fox-Bourne's Life of Sidney, p. 91.
Footnote 83: Op. cit.
Footnote 84: Thomae Erpenii, De Peregrinatione Gallica, 1631, pp. 6,
12.
Footnote 85: Copy-Book of Sir Amias Poulet's Letters, Roxburghe Club,
p. 89.
Footnote 86: Letter-Book, p. 16.
Footnote 87: Letter-Book, p. 89.
Footnote 88: Poems of Thomas Carew, ed. W.C. Hazlitt, 1870. Pp.
xxiii.-xxx.
Footnote 89: T. Birch, Court and Times of James I., vol. i. p. 218.
The embarrassments of an ambassador under these circumstances are hardly
exaggerated, perhaps, in Chapman's play, Monsieur D'Olive, where the
fictitious statesman bursts into a protest:
"Heaven I beseech thee, what an abhominable sort of Followers have I put
upon mee: ... I cannot looke into the Cittie, but one or other makes
tender his good partes to me, either his Language, his Travaile, his
Intelligence, or something: Gentlemen send me their younger Sonnes
furnisht in compleat, to learn fashions, for-sooth: as if the riding of
five hundred miles, and spending 1000 Crownes would make 'am wiser then
God meant to make 'am.... Three hundred of these Gold-finches I have
entertained for my Followers: I can go in no corner, but I meete with
some of my Wifflers in there accoutrements; you may heare 'am halfe a
mile ere they come at you, and smell 'am half an hour after they are
past you: sixe or seaven make a perfect Morrice-daunce; they need no
Bells, their Spurs serve their turne:
