Master, will you win your love with a French brawl?

Boy
Master, will you win your love with a French brawl?
Armado
How meanest thou? Brawling in French?
Boy
No, my complete master, but to jig off a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humor it with turning up your eyelids, sigh a note and sing a note, sometimes through the throat as if you swallowed love with singing love, sometimes through the nose as if you snuffed up love by smelling love; with your hat penthouse-like o'er the shop of your eyes, with your arms crossed on your thin-belly doublet like a rabbit on a spit; or your hands in your pocket like a man after the old painting; and keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away. These are compliments, these are humors; these betray nice wenches that would be betrayed without these, and make them men of note—do you note me? —that most are affected to these.
Armado
How hast thou purchased this experience?
Boy
By my penny of observation.