BAND

CVFFE, where art thou? What? do you think I am afraid of your great words? no, you shall know that there be men of fashion in place, as well as your self. A scurvy shagrag Gentleman, new come out of the North, a Puny, a Freshman, come up hither to learn fashions and seek to expel me? No, Hodge Poker, its more then you can do. Ther's never a Spanish Ruff of you all can do it. Lace me? thou wouldst be laced thy self, Ruff: for this is the very truth, thou art a plain Knave. In the field? why? thou art but and ef minate fellow, Ruff; for all thou art so well set: but at what weapon? Sfoot, thou shalt know, a Gentleman and a Soldier scorns thy proffer. Where I have served, it is no matter: but I am sure I have been pressed oft. Nay, bragger, it is not your great words can carry it away so; give Band but a hem, and he will be for you at any time, name the place, the time and hour of our meeting. Then farewell. Well, remember the time and place, Ruff. Who? Mistress Stitchwell, by this light I know her not. Nor Band a button. The place the Paper-mills, the hour to morrow at one. Say and hold. Friends with him? such a base Rascal? he is a very threadbare fellow: I scorn, but my man Collar should go as well as he every day in the week, and be friends with him. Since you will force me to it, if Ruff be content, I am willing. If I may choose, I'll have Master Hand kerchief. No, I deny that, he is a very bade Justice, you may have him wrought on any side for more nigh. He is not in Town.