Part 19 (1/2)
_Cler._ You must uncase too.
_Sam._ Yes, Sir.
But tell me this, why should I mix mine honour With a fellow, that has ne're a lace in's s.h.i.+rt?
_Gent._ That's a main point, my friend has two.
_Cler._ That's true, Sir.
_La-w._ Base and degenerate Cousin, dost not thou know An old, and tatter'd colours, to the enemy, Is of more honour, and shews more ominous?
This s.h.i.+rt, five times, victorious I have fought under, And cut through squadrons of your curious cut-works, As I will do through thine, shake, and be satisfied.
_Cler._ This is unanswerable.
_Sam._ But may I fight with a foul s.h.i.+rt?
_Gent._ Most certain, so it be a fighting s.h.i.+rt, Let it be ne're so foul, or lowsie, _Caesar_ wore such a one.
_Sam._ Saint _Denis_ then: I accept your s.h.i.+rt.
_Cler._ Not so forward, first you must talk, 'Tis a main point, of the French method, Talk civilly, and make your cause Authentick.
_Gent._ No weapon must be near you, nor no anger.
_Cler._ When you have done, then stir your resolutions, Take to your Weapons bravely.
_La-writ._ 'Tis too cold; This for a Summer fight.
_Cler._ Not for a world you should transgress the rules.
_Sam._ 'Tis pievish weather, I had rather fight without.
_Gent._ An 'twere in a River.
_Cler._ Where both stood up to th' chins.
_La-writ._ Then let's talk quickly, Pl---- o' this circ.u.mstance.
_Cler._ Are the Horses come yet?
_Gent._ Yes certain: give your swords to us, now civilly.
_Cler._ We'll stand a while off; take the things, and leave 'em, You know when, and let the children play: This is a dainty time of year for puppies, Would the old Lord were here.
_Gent._ He would dye with laughter.
_Cler._ I am sorry I have no time to see this game out, Away, away.
_Gent._ Here's like to be a hot fight, Call when y'are fit. [_Ex._ Cler. _and Gent._
_La-writ._ Why look you Sir, you seem to be a Gentleman, And you come in honour of your Uncle, boh, boh, 'tis very cold; Your Uncle has offer'd me some few affronts, Past flesh and blood to bear: boh, boh, wondrous cold.