Volume I Part 91 (1/2)

_Lov._ How! I beat him?

_Hau._ You beat him, yes, you; what a Pox do you scruple such a kindness to a Friend? I know you make no more of killing a Man next your Heart in a Morning, than I do of eating a pickled Herring.

_Lov._ But she desir'd you to do't.

_Hau._ That's all one so it be done, mun; besides, why should I run my self into a Premunire, when I need not? Your Father is bound by Agreement to mine, to deliver me the Wares (that is, his Daughter) safe and sound; and I have no more to do, but to protest against him in case of Non-performance. 'Twill be a dear Commodity to me at this rate.

[Cries.

_Lov._ Well, Sir, I'll see what may be done.

_Hau._ Spoke like a Friend now: Well, you must about it instantly, for I must be married to day.

_Alon._ Must you so, Sir?--

_Hau._ Yes marry must I, Sir-- Who the Devil's this now? [To _Lovis_.

_Alon._ That same _Alonzo_ whom you inquire for.

_Hau._ Are you so, Sir?-- Why, what then, Sir,-- _Lovis_, _Lovis_.

[Runs behind _Lovis_.

_Alon._ What then, Sir? then I tell you, I will not be beaten.

_Hau._ Look ye here now-- _Lovis_.

_Lov._ Ha, ha, ha, canst thou be angry with him? [To _Alonzo_.

_Hau._ I, can you be angry with me?

_Alon._ I know not why an a.s.s should have more privilege than any other rude Beast.

_Lov._ Ha, ha, ha, this Humour's so pleasant in thee, I wish thou wouldst pursue it a little-- _Haunce_, bear up to him, he's but a mere Huff, ha, ha, ha.

[Claps him on the Back, he goes fearfully forward.

_Glo._ I, Sir, as long as Don _Lovis_ is here, you may say what you will.

_Hau._ May I so?-- and why, Sir?-- am I, Sir-- an a.s.s, Sir?

[Runs behind _Lovis_.

_Alon._ 'Sdeath, you Rascal, do you question me?

_Hau._ Oh, hold, Sir, hold, not I, G.o.d forbid I should question it, _Lovis_-- is it, indeed, _Alonzo_, hah?

_Lov._ Yes indeed is it.

_Hau._ And wilt thou not do so much as to beat him for me a little?

_Lov._ Not I, I dare not, he's a terrible Man.