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Trů. How will you go out of the house, Sir? He knows you are i’ the house, and he'll watch you this se'nnight, but he'll have you: He'll out-wait a serjeant for you.
La-F. Why, then I'll stay here.
Iru. You must think how to victual yourself in time then,
La-F. Why, sweet master Truewit, will you entreat my cousin Otter to send me a cold venison pasty, a bottle or two of wine, and a pallet to lie on?
Trų. Oh, I would not advise you to sleep, by any means.
La-F. Would not you, Sir? why, then I will not.
Tru. Yet there's another fear.
Tru. No, he cannot break open this door with bis foot, sure.
La-F. I'll set my back against it, Sir. I have a good back.
Tru. But then if he should 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 'o' the house where he suspects you are. Think upon fome satisfaction, or terms, to offer him.
La-F. Sir, I'll give him any fatisfaction: I dare give any terms.
Tru, You'll leave it to me then ?
[Goes into the closet. 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 most?
Cler. Yes, but this fears the bravest: The other, a whindling daftard, Jack Daw! But La-Foole, a brave heroick coward ! and is afraid in a great look, ärd a stout 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 see how unjust thou art prefently. Clerimont, say it was Dauphine's plot.
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 clofet.
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 consist magis patiendo quàm faciendo, magis ferenda quàm feriendo.
Daw. It doth fo indeed, Sir.
Tru. And that you would suffer, I told him: So at first he demanded, by my troth, in my conceit, too much.
Daw. What was it, Sir?
Trú. Nay, I told him plainly, you could not spare 'em all. So after long argument (pro & con, as you know) I brought him down to your two butter-teeth, and them he would have.
Daw. Oh, did you so? Why, he shall have 'em.
Tru. But he shall not, Sir, by your leave. The conclusion is this, Sir: Because you shall be very
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good friends hereafter, and this never to be re. member'd or upbraided; besides, that he may not
boast he has done any such thing to you in his own 1 person, he is to come here in disguise, give you
five, kicks in private, Sir, take your sword from siyou, and lock you up in that study during pleasure: Which will be but a little while ; we'll get it releas'd presentlya ... !
Daw. Five kicks? He shall have fix, Sir, to be friends.
Tru. Believe me, you shall not over-shoot yourfelf, to send him that word by me.
Daw. Deliver it, Sir, he shall 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 shall have me to enemy while I live. Come, Sir, bear it bravely.
Daw. Oh, Sir, 'tis nothing. Tru. True. What's six 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. One, two, three, four, five. I protest, 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 safe custody; you shall 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 sword ? • Tru. I cannot help it, without I should take the quarrel upon myself. Here he has fent you his sword
La-F. :'ll receive none on't.
Tru. And he wills you to faften it against a wall, and break your head in some few several places against the hilts.
La-F. I will not, tell him roundly. I cannot endure to shed my own blood.
Tru. Will you not?
La-F. No. I'll beat it against a fair flat wall, if that will satisfy him: If not, he shall beat it himself for Amorous.
Tru. Why, this is strange starting off, when a