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W Hither so fast Sir. Marmaduke, a word. Or rather A Gentlewoman, let her alone, and go With me. Hast, thar't a brave Knight, and I commend Thy judgement. I'll show thee a Lady of fire. I mean a spirit in few words, because I love thee, I'll be open. I am going To see my Mistress. She is a creature Worth admiration, such a beauty, wit, And and estate beside, thou canst not choose But know her name, the Lady Lucina. Mine, whose but mine? Am I not nobly born, does not my blood Deserve her? Does she love any body else? Name but one, And if he cannot show as many coats. Be and understanding Knight, And take my meaning, if he cannot show As much in Heraldry. Is he a branch of the Nobility, How many Lords can he call cozen? else He must be taught to know he has presumed To stand in competition with me. You shall pardon me, I have that within me must not be provoked, There be some living now that would been killed For lesser matters. I mean some living that would seen examples, Not to confront Nobility, and I Am sensible of my honour. Lamount a Knight of yesterday, And he shall die to morrow, name another. I care no more for killing half a dozen Knights of the lower house, I mean that are not Descended from Nobility, then I do To kick any footman, and Sir. Ambrose were Knight of the Sun, King Oberon should not save him, Nor his Queen Mab. Sir. Ambrose How does thy Knighthood? would. Sir. Marmaduke tells me thou art suitor to Lady Lucina. Why didst conceal it, come, the more the merrier But I could never see you there. I'll tell you Gentlemen, Cupid has given us all one Livery, I serve that Lady too, you understand me, But who shall carry her, the fates determine, I could be knighted too. I think it would not, so my Lord told me, Thou knowest my Lord, not the Earl, my tother Cozen, theres a spark his predecessors Have matched into the blood, you understand He put me upon this Lady, I proclaim No Hope's, pray lets together Gentlemen; If she be wise, I say no more, she shanot Cost me a sighs, nor shall her love engage me To draw a sword, I would vowed that. I hope he is not sent for. I do not Like this whispering, Solomon, dost not know me? If I fail, may the Surgeon When he opens the next vein, let out all my honourable blood, There's for thy pains, what thou shalt be hereafter Time shall declare, but this must be concealed. Exit. Good morrow. What debts? Must we pay him? I'll not bid him welcome home. Would all my creditors had this blessed ignorance. I am enga'd too. Exeunt. I shall meet you anon, I am to wait upon a cousin of mine. My Lord? Enter Lord Rainbow and Barker. Your Lordship honours me in this acknowledgement. Dee not know me sir? You are acquainted with my Lord then, Is he not a complete Gentleman? his family Came in with the Conqueror. A poor slip, a syens from that honourable tree. Nay he's right, right as my leg Coronel. I would seen him, he looks philosophical. Will the Lords suffer him. He's dead, I hope he wonot conjure for him. Madam, I kiss your fair hand. The humblest of your servants. I must confess deer Lady, I carry in my veins more precious honour Then other men, blood of a deeper crimson, But you shall call me any thing. Why I prithee, Is't a fault to spring from the Nobility? There be some men have sold well favoured Lordship's, To be ill favoured Noblemen, and though I wear no title of the state, I can Adorn a Lady. Are you the worse For that? consider Lady. How Lady? Good Madam give me your reason. Few women wish so ill to whom they love. Say you so. No body hears, why hark you Lady, could You love me, if I were less honourable? Say you so, Under the Rose, if that will do you a pleasure, The Lords do call me cousin, but I am. Suspected. Not to be lawful, I came in at the Wicket, Some call it the Window. Say no more. What say to the Coronel. Do but marry me, I'll bring the Midwife. I guess your meaning, and thus seal My best devotion. Exit. I spy Sir Marmaduke coming after me, This way I'll take to avoid his tedious questions, Heel interrupt me, and I would not finished Things fit for my design. Good fortune to Sir. Ambrose. I thought to have made the same excuse to you, For at this present I am so engaged. Poor Gentleman how is he beguiled. The Coronel? theres no going back. Your humble servant Coronel. No no not, it is Sir. Marmaduke. Excellent, would would. Does he jeer him too, nay nay, prithee spare him. would would. Good Coronel. Coronel, How the devil came he by this? Thats some comfort, I was afraid. Agreed, a pox upon her. Gentlemen, noble Coronel as you respect A wounded branch of the Nobility, Make it my office, she abused me most, and if The devil do not furnish me with language, I'll say he has no malice. I thank you gentlemen. Yowl relieve me When I take breath, then you may help, or you, Or any to confound her. Never was witch so tortured. Exeunt So so, How dee Gentlemen, yar'e very welcome. We come to mortify you. But of our tongues, and in the names of these Abused gentlemen, and my self I spit Defiance, stand further off, and be attentive, Weep or do worse, repentance wet thy linen, And leave no vein for the Doctor. Thou Basilisk. Whose eyes shat fire, and poison, Malicious as a Witch, and much more cunning, Thou that dost ride men. Worse than the night Mare, let thy tongue be silent. And take our scourges patiently, thou hast In thy own self all the ingredients Of wickedness in thy sex, able to furnish Hell if it were insufficiently provided With falsehood, and she fiend of thy own making Circe that charmed men into swine, was not So much a Jew as thou art, thou hast made Us Asses, dost thou hear? But it is better we be all made such, Than any one of us be monstered worse To be and Ox thy husband. Dost thou laugh Crocodile? Spirit of flesh and blood I'll conjure thee, And let the devil lay thee on thy back I care not. You thought us animales insensible Of all your jugglings did you Prorsepnie ? And that we loved, loved with a pox your phisnomie, Know we but tried thee Beldame, and thou art Thy self a son oth' earth. It a mistake, but she knows my meaning, I begin to be a weary gentlemen, I'll breath a while. Gentlemen Coronel, what dee mean. Why sir, did not you tell us? Nothing. I have a token to remember you A palsy upon your fingers noble Coronel. Such and affront my Lord, I was ashamed on't, A mere conspiracy to betray our fame's But had you seen how poorly they behaved Themselves, such carven Knights, a pair of Drone-Bees Ith' amid o'my vexation, if I could Forbear to laugh, I would no blood in me, They were so far from striking that they stood Like Images, things without life and motion, Fear could not make so much as their tongue tremble, Left all to me. The Lady laughed too, and the Coronel Increased his noise, to see how she derided The poor Knights. You shall pardon me my Lord, I am not willing to report my self, They and the Lady, and the Coronel Can witness I came on. No, I left him, I think 'tis time. Upon my faith my Lord I meant it not, But wounds fallen out some time when the swords in, These are poor things to brag on, I would saved my Self you see. Shall I my Lord without cause? Excellently well followed by my troth la, Heel pitch the bar well, I warrant, he does So follow his kick. Good, right as my leg again. Dee think I do not feel it? What for a merry touch, A trick, a turn upon the toe, dee hear sir Yare good company, but if thou love me. I. Good again, my Lord observe him, for nothing. Would would would. Would would would. Excellent Barker. Why to a horse? Well, go thy ways I'll justify thy wit At my own peril. To kick him, Why, and you wood would given a thousand pound, I could not do't for laughing, beside, He was your friend my Lord. Howsoever, What honour had it been for me to quarrel? Or wit indeed, if every man should take All the abuses that are meant, great men Would be laughed at, some fools must would their jests, Had he been any man of blood or valour, One that professed the sword, such as the Coronel, Less provocation would would made me active. Now shall I be put too't, this taking will undo me? Did your Lordship think absolutely he was dead? Prithee never speak on't. Yes, yes he did strike me, I could would told you that, But wherefore did he strike, ask they that. He did so 'tis a truth. Take it: he gave it me my Lord, I asked not for it. But 'tis not yet revenged. It was no place indeed. The blow? I proclaim nothing, And make no doubt the Coronel will give me Satisfaction Like a Gentleman. My Lord I take my leave too. What you please cousin. I my good Lord? Good my Lord. My Lord. My very good Lord. Not against your honour, but you shall see. I will my Lord. I'll carry any thing. Such another conjuring will make me Believe I am illigitimate indeed, This came first keeping company with the blades, From whom I learned to roar and run away: I know 'tis a base thing to be a coward, But every man is not born to be a Hercules, Some must be beat that others may be valiant. Exit. Most gracious Madam, my cousin your Lord Loveall Commends himself in black and white. Dee think 'tis from my self. Scutilla how does thy poor soul, thou Hast no husband nor children to commend me to. A slight jewel Madam. Loveall. Nay faith my Lord is right, I would not met The Coronel since you know when. I would be so bold to ask you a question. No, no, you do not know't, but I know my self. You're ith right. But blood are not a Like, terms were not even, If I had killed him there had been and end. Right Madam, but if he had wounded me, He might would killed, heaven knows how many. D'ee not conceive it? so many drops of mine, So many gentlemen, nay more, who knows Which of these might would been a Knight, a Lord. Princes came from the blood, And should I hazard such a severation Against a single life, 'tis not I fear To fight with him by these hills, but what wise gamester Will venture a hundred pound to a flawed six pence? And he were ten Coronells, I'll not endure his company Sweet Lady, you and I'll retire. He should not seek me then. She has your Diamond my Lord. The Coronel too has given me satisfaction. As much as I desired, and heres my hand, While I can draw a sword command me. To put it up again, all friends, all friends, A pox a quarreling. Kiss my hand, kiss my— noble Ladies here. No, 'tis a dancing Bear. Receive your money when you can get it, and be Knighted. I would my limbs my Lord, no sign of lose Of blood you see, but this was fortune, how The Coronel came oft's uncertain.