Volume Iii Part 131 (2/2)

_Mop_. You understand me--and so adieu, sweet Glisterpipe, and Seignior Dirty-Boots, Ha, ha, ha.

[_Runs out_.

[_They stand looking simply on each other, without speaking a while_.

_Scar_. That I shou'd not know that Rogue _Harlequin_. [_Aside_.

_Har_. That I shou'd take this Fool for a Physician. [_Aside_.

--How long have you commenc'd Apothecary, Seignior?

_Scar_. Ever since you turn'd Farmer.--Are not you a d.a.m.n'd Rogue to put these Tricks upon me, and most dishonourably break all Articles between us?

_Har_. And are not you a dam'd Son of a--something--to break Articles with me?

_Scar_. No more Words, Sir, no more Words, I find it must come to Actions, draw. [_Draws_.

_Har_. Draw!--so I can draw, Sir. [_Draws_.

[_They make a ridiculous cowardly Fight. Enter the Doctor, which they seeing, come on with more Courage. He runs between, and with his Cane beats the Swords down_.

_Doct_. Hold, hold, what mean you, Gentlemen?

_Scar_. Let me go, Sir, I am provok'd beyond measure, Sir.

_Doct_. You must excuse me, Seignior.

[_Parlies with Harlequin_.

_Scar_. I dare not discover the Fool for his Master's sake, and it may spoil our Intrigue anon; besides, he'll then discover me, and I shall be discarded for bantering the Doctor. [_Aside_.

--Man of Honour to be so basely affronted here.

[_The_ Doctor _comes to appease_ Scaramouch.

_Har_. Shou'd I discover this Rascal, he wou'd tell the old Gentleman I was the same that attempted his House to day in Woman's Clothes, and I should be kick'd and beaten most insatiably.

_Scar_. What, Seignior, for a Man of Parts to be impos'd upon, and whip'd through the Lungs here--like a Mountebank's Zany for sham Cures --Mr. Doctor, I must tell you 'tis not civil.

_Doct_. I am extremely sorry for it, Sir,--and you shall see how I will have this fellow handled for the Affront to a Person of your Gravity, and in my House.--Here, _Pedro_.

_Enter_ Pedro.

--Take this Intruder, or bring some of your Fellows. .h.i.ther, and toss him in a Blanket.

[_Exit_ Pedro.

[Har. _going to creep away_, Scar, _holds him_.

_Har_. Hark ye, bring me off, or I'll discover all your Intrigue.

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