Part 17 (2/2)

_Sam._ As I find my enemy; if his sword bite, If it bite, Sir, you must pardon me.

_Gent._ No doubt he is valiant, He durst not undertake else,

_Sam._ He's most welcome, As he is most valiant, he were no man for me else.

_Gent._ But say he should relent.

_Sam._ He dies relenting, I cannot help it, he must di[e] relenting, If he pray, praying, _ipso facto_, praying, Your honourable way admits no prayer, And if he fight, he falls, there's his _quietus_.

_Gent._ Y'are n.o.bly punctual, let's retire and meet 'em, But still, I say, have mercy.

_Samp._ I say, honour. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Champernel, Lamira, Anabel, Beaupre, Verdone, Charlote _and a Servant_.

_Lam._ Will not you go sweet-heart?

_Champ._ Go? I'le fly with thee.

I stay behind?

_Lam._ My Father will be there too, And all our best friends.

_Beau._ And if we be not merry, We have hard luck, Lady.

_Verd._ Faith let's have a kind of play.

_Cham._ What shall it be?

_Verd._ The story of _Dinant_.

_Lam._ With the merry conceits of _Cleremont_, His Fits and Feavers.

_Ana._ But I'le lie still no more.

_Lam._ That, as you make the Play, 'twill be rare sport, And how 'twill vex my gallants, when they hear it!

Have you given order for the Coach?

_Charl._ Yes, Madam.

_Cham._ My easie Nag, and padd.

_Serv._ 'Tis making ready.

_Champ._ Where are your Horses?

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