Part 5 (1/2)

_Beaup._ Yield up your Sword then.

_Cler._ Yield my Sword? that's Hebrew; I'le be first cut a p[iec]es; hold but a while, I'le take the next that comes.

_Enter an old_ Gentleman.

You are an old Gentleman?

_Gent._ Yes indeed am I, Sir.

_Cler._ And wear no Sword?

_Gent._ I need none, Sir.

_Cler._ I would you did, and had one; I want now such a foolish courtesie.

You see these Gentlemen?

_Gent._ You want a second.

In good Faith Sir, I was never handsom at it, I would you had my Son, but he's in _Italy_, A proper Gentleman; you may do well gallants If your quarrel be not capital, to have more mercy, The Gentleman may do his Country--

_Cler._ Now I beseech you, Sir, If you dare not fight, do not stay to beg my pardon.

There lies your way.

_Gent._ Good morrow Gentlemen. [_Exit._

_Verd._ You see your fortune, You had better yield your Sword.

_Cler._ Pray ye stay a little.

_Enter two_ Gentlemen.

Upon mine honestie, you shall be fought with; Well, _Dinant_, well, these wear swords and seem brave fellows.

As you are Gentlemen, one of you supply me.

I want a Second now to meet these gallants, You know what honour is.

_1 Gent._ Sir you must pardon us, We goe about the same work, you are ready for; And must fight presently, else we were your servants.

_2 Gent._ G.o.d speed you, and good day. [_Exit_ Gent.

_Cler._ Am I thus Colted?

_Beaup._ Come either yield--

_Cler._ As you are honest Gentlemen, Stay but the next, and then I'le take my fortune, And if I fight not like a man--Fy _Dinant_, Cold now and treacherous.

_Enter Monsieur_ La-writ, _within_.

_La-Writ._ I understand your causes.

Yours about corn, yours about pins and gla.s.ses, Will you make me mad, have I not all the parcells?