Tru. How will you go out of the houfe, Sir? He knows you are i' the houfe, and he'll watch you this fe'nnight, but he'll have you: He'll out-wait a ferjeant for you. La-F. Why, then I'll stay here. Tru. You must think how to victual yourself in time then. La-F. Why, fweet mafter Truewit, will you entreat my coufin Otter to send me a cold venifon pafty, a bottle or two of wine, and a pallet to lie on? Tru. Oh, I would not advise you to fleep, by any means. La-F. Would not you, Sir? why, then I will not. Tru. Yet there's another fear. La-F. Is there, Sir? What is't? Tru. No, he cannot break open this door with his foot, fure. La-F. I'll fet my back against it, Sir. I have a good back. Tru. But then if he fhould batter? La-F. Batter! If he dare, I'll have an action of battery against him. Tru. Caft you the worst. He has fent for powder already, and what he will do with it, no man knows: Perhaps blow up the corner the houfe houfe where he fufpects you are. Think upon fome fatisfaction, or terms, to offer him. La-F. Sir, I'll give him any satisfaction: I dare give any terms. Tru. You'll leave it to me then? La-F. Ay, Sir: I'll ftand to any conditions. [Goes into the clofet. Tru. How now? what think you, Sirs? [He calls forth Cler. and Dau.] Were't not a difficult thing to determine, which of these two fear'd moft? Cler. Yes, but this fears the braveft: The other, a whindling daftard, Jack Daw! But La-Foole, a brave heroick coward! and is afraid in a great look, and a ftout accent. I like him rarely. Tru. Had it not been pity these two should have been conceal'd? Cler. Shall I go fetch the ladies to the catastrophe ? Tru. Umph! Ay, by my troth. Do, Clerimont, fetch 'em, and discourse to 'em all that's pass'd, and bring 'em into the gallery here. Dau. This is thy extreme vanity now: Thou think'st thou wert undone, if every jest thou mak’st were not publish'd. Tru. Thou shalt fee how unjust thou art prefently. Clerimont, fay it was Dauphine's plot. Truft Trust me not, if the whole drift be not for thy good. [Exit Clerimont.] There's a fcarf i' the next room, put it on, and be ready when I call Amorous. Away! John Daw! Daw peeping out of the closet. Daw. What good news, Sir? Tru. Faith, I have followed, and argued with him hard for you. I told him you were a knight, and a scholar, and that you knew fortitude did confist magis patiendo quàm faciendo, magis ferenda quàm feriendo. Daw. It doth fo indeed, Sir. Tru. And that you would fuffer, I told him: So at firft he demanded, by my troth, in my conceit, too much. Daw. What was it, Sir? Tru. Your upper lip, and fix o' your fore-teeth. Daw. 'Twas unreasonable. Tru. Nay, I told him plainly, you could not fpare 'em all. So after long argument (prò & con, as you know) I brought him down to your two butter-teeth, and them he would have. Daw. Oh, did you fo? Why, he fhall have 'em. Tru. But he fhall not, Sir, by your leave. The conclufion is this, Sir: Because you fhall be very good good friends hereafter, and this never to be remember'd or upbraided; befides, that he may not boast he has done any fuch thing to you in his own perfon, he is to come here in disguise, give you five kicks in private, Sir, take your fword from you, and lock you up in that study during pleasure: Which will be but a little while; we'll get it releas'd presently... o Daw. Five kicks? He fhall have fix, Sir, to be friends. Tru. Believe me, you shall not over-shoot yourfelf, to fend him that word by me. Daw. Deliver it, Sir, he fhall have them with all my heart, to be friends. Tru. Friends? Nay, an he should not be fo, and heartily too, upon these terms, he fhall have me to enemy while I live, Come, Sir, bear it bravely. Daw. Oh, Sir, 'tis nothing. Tru. True. What's fix kicks to a man that reads Seneca ? Daw. I have had a hundred, Sir. Ladies enter here, brought by Clerimont, and listen. Tru. Sir Amorous! No speaking one to another, or rehearsing old matters. [Dauphine comes forth and kicks him. Daw. Daw. One, two, three, four, five. I proteft, Sir Amorous, you shall have fix. Tru. Nay, I told you, you should not talk. Come, give him fix, an he will needs. Your fword. Now return to your fafe cuftody; you fhall presently meet afore the ladies, and be the dearest friends one to another. [Exit Daw.] Give me the scarf now, thou shalt beat the other barefac'd. Stand by.-Sir Amorous! Re-enter Sir Amorous. La-F. What's here? a fword? Tru. I cannot help it, without I fhould take the quarrel upon myself. Here he has fent you his fword La-F. I'll receive none on't. Tru. And he wills you to faften it against a wall, and break your head in fome few feveral places against the hilts. La-F. I will not, tell him roundly. I cannot endure to fhed my own blood. Tru. Will you not? La-F. No. I'll beat it against a fair flat wall, if that will fatisfy him: If not, he shall beat it himself for Amorous. Tru. Why, this is ftrange ftarting off, when a man |