hen keep it, be sure you keep it.

_La-writ._ I'le put it in my mouth else.
Stand further off yet, and stand quietly,
And look another way, or I'le be with you,
Is this all? I'le undertake within these two daies
To furnish any Cutler in this Kingdom.

_Beau._ Pox, what fortune's this? disarm'd by a puppie?
A snail? a Dog?

_La-writ._ No more o' these words Gentleman,
Sweet Gentleman no more, do not provoke me,
Go walk i'th' horse-fair; whistle Gentleman,
What must I do now?

_Enter_ Cleremont, _pursued by_ Verdone.

_Cler._ Help me, I am almost breathless.

_La-writ._ With all my heart, there's a cold pye for you, Sir.

_Cler._ Thou strik'st me, fool.

_La-writ._ Thou fool, stand further off then,
Deliver, deliver.

_Cler._ Hold fast. [_He strikes up the others heels,
and takes his Sword too._
_La-writ._ I never fail in't,
There's twelve pence, go buy you two leaden Daggers,
Have I done well?

_Cler._ Most like a Gentleman.

_Beau._ And we two basely lost.

_Verd._ 'Tis but a fortune,
We shall yet find an hour. [_Ex._ Beau. Verd. _sad_.

_Cler._ I shall be glad on't.

_La-writ._ Where's my cloak, and my trinkets?
Or will you fight any longer, for a crash or two?

_Cler._ I am your noble friend, Sir.

_La-writ._ It may be so.

_Cler._ What honour shall I do you,
For this great courtesie?

_La-writ._ All I desire of ye,
Is to take the quarrel to your self, and let me hear no more on't,
I have no liking to't, 'tis a foolish matter,
And help me to put up my Sword.

_Cler._ Most willingly.
But I am bound to gratifie you, and I must not leave you.

_La-writ._ I tell you, I will not be gratified,
Nor I will hear no more on't: take the Swords too,
And do not anger me but leave me quietly.
For the matter of honour, 'tis at your own disposure,
And so, and so. [_Exit_ La-writ.

_Cler._ This is a most rare Lawyer:
I am sure most valiant. Well _Dinant_, as you satisfie me,
I say no more: I am loaden like an Armorer. [_Exit_ Cler.

_Enter_ Dinant.

_Din._ To be dispatcht upon a sleeveless errand?
To leave my friend engag'd, mine honour tainted?
These are trim things. I am set here like a Perdue,
To watch a fellow, that has wrong'd my Mistris,
A scurvy fellow that must pass this way,
But what this scurvy fellow is, or whence,
Or whether his name be _William_ or _John_,
Or _Anthony_ or _Dick_, or any thi