SILKWORM

I thank you Mr. Compass, for your short Encomiastic. It's Mr. Bias, Lord Whach'um's Politic. I have seen him wait at Court, there, with his Maniples Of papers, and petitions. What is that Mr. Practice? you sure know? Mas' Compasses reversion? I tell thee Parson, if I get her, reckon Thou hast a friend in Court; and shalt command A thousand pound, to go on any errand, For any Church preferment thou hast a mind too. I thank thee My noble Parson: There's five hundred pound Waits on thee more for that. Yes, here's a Diamond of some threescore pound, I pray you give her that. And there's and Emerauld, for the Doctor too: Thou Parson, thou shalt coin me: I am thine. And came there home, Six Fleets in seven years? Both ways, sweet bird, I'll show you. I have brought it. A friend: I'll find a friend to carry it; Mr. Bias here Will not deny me that. To carry A Challenge I have writ unto the Captain. You shall not fight Sir, you shall only search My Antagonist; commit us fairly there upon the ground on equal terms. We met in France, Sir. Yes, in my shirt. Captain, you are a Coward, If you not fight in your shirt. Sir, Sir, my valour, It is a valour of another nature, Then to be mended by a cup of wine. Oh, you have read the Play there, the New Inn, Of Ionsons, that decries all other valour But what is for the public. Sir, I'll redargue you, By disputation. I would have no man think me so ungoverned, Or subject to my passion, but I can Read him a Lecture betwixt my undertakings, And executions: I do know all kinds Of doing the business, which the Town calls valour. Is a rash headlong unexperience. The next, and indiscreet Presumption, grounded upon often escapes. Is nought but and excess of choler, That reigns in resty old men—. And is rather A peevishness, then any partly of valour. Is a dull desperate resolving. Which shou shall find in Gamesters, quite blown up. But mine is a Judicial resolving, Or liberal undertaking of a danger—. I, and with assurance, That it is found in Noblemen, and Gentlemen, Of the best sheaf. Which in the brave historified Greeks, And Roman you shall read of. Yea? which are those? Sure, I do take mine to be Christian valour—. And cracked within the Ring. I take the Omen, As a good Omen. I had been slur'd else. Thank you noble Captain! Your quarreling caused all this. I had Like to-have been Abused in the business, had the slip slur'd on me, A Counterfeit. There's nothing vexes me, but that he has stained My new white satin Doublet; and bespattered My spick and span silk Stockings, o'the day They were drawn on: And here's a spot in my hose too. My flesh? I swear had he given me twice so much, I never should have reckoned it. But my clothes To be de defaced, and stigmatized so foully! I take it as a contumely done me Above the wisdom of our Laws to right. I will advice, Though Mr. Practice here does urge the Law; And reputation it will make me of credit, Beside great damages (let him pack my Jury.) Troth Mr. Compass, I take you my friend; You shall appoint of me in any matter That's reasonable, so we may meet fair, On even terms. I will go pen it presently. Let me alone. I saw the Contract, and can witness it. It is a terrible Actium; more indeed, Then many a man is worth. And is called Fright-Baile. Good faith this same is Like to turn a business. Whereof I Am one. Mr. Compass, You rather spur me on, then any way Abate my courage to the Enterprise. Sir I do thank you, I thank you Mr. Compass heartily; I must confess, I never fought before, And I'll be glad to do things orderly, In the right place: I pray you instruct me. Is't best I fight ambitiously, or maliciously? Why? I assure you, I'am very angry. Oh yes, I have imagined Him Triple armed, provoked too, and as furious As Homer makes Achilles; and I find My self not frighted with his same one jot. He is God out again. The Knight is saved. Enter Silkworm. Iron side. Item. Needle, and Interest. Rut.