ns are melted;
And tell your Master, as I am a Gentleman,
His Cause shall be the first, commend me to your Mistris,
And tell her, if there be an extraordinary feather,
And tall enough for her--I shall dispatch you too,
I know your cause, for transporting of Farthingales
Trouble me no more, I say again to you,
No more vexation: bid my wife send me some puddings;
I have a Cause to run through, requires puddings,
Puddings enough. Farewel.

_Cler._ God speed you, Sir.

_Beaup._ Would he would take this fellow.

_Verd._ A rare Youth.

_Cler._ If you be not hastie, Sir.

_La-writ._ Yes, I am hastie,
Exceeding hastie, Sir, I am going to the Parliament,
You understand this bag, if you have any business
Depending there, be short, and let me hear it,
And pay your Fees.

_Cler._ 'Faith, Sir, I have a business,
But it depends upon no Parliament.

_La-writ._ I have no skill in't then.

_Cler._ I must desire you,
'Tis a Sword matter, Sir.

_La-writ._ I am no Cutler,
I am an Advocate, Sir.

_Beaup._ How the thing looks?

_Verd._ When he brings him to fight.

_Cler._ Be not so hastie,
You wear a good Sword.

_La-writ._ I know not that,
I never drew it yet, or whether it be a Sword--

_Cler._ I must entreat you try, Sir, and bear a part
Against these Gentlemen, I want a second;
Ye seem a man, and 'tis a noble office.

_La-writ._ I am a Lawyer, Sir, I am no fighter.

_Cler._ You that breed quarels, Sir, know best to satisfie.

_Beaup._ This is some sport yet.

_Verd._ If this fellow should fight.

_La-writ._ And for any thing I know, I am an arrant coward,
Do not trust me, I think I am a coward.

_Cler._ Try, try, you are mistaken: walk on Gentlemen,
The man shall follow presently.

_La-writ._ Are ye mad Gentleman?
My business is within this half hour.

_Cler._ That's all one,
We'll dispatch within this quarter, there in that bottom,
'Tis most convenient Gentlemen.

_Beaup._ Well, we'll wait, Sir.

_Verd._ Why this will be a comick fight, you'l follow.

_La-writ._ As I am a true man, I cannot fight.
[_Ex._ Beaupre, Verdone.

_Cler._ Away, away,
I know you can: I like your modesty,
I know you will fight and so fight, with such metal,
And with such judgement meet your enemies fury;
I see it in your eye, Sir.

_La-writ._ I'le be hang'd then;
And I charge you in the Kings name, name no more fighting.

_Cler._ I charge you in the Kings name, play t