Sir-- Who the Devil's this now? [To _Lovis_.

_Alon._ That same _Alonzo_ whom you inquire for.

_Hau._ Are you so, Sir?-- Why, what then, Sir,-- _Lovis_, _Lovis_.
[Runs behind _Lovis_.

_Alon._ What then, Sir? then I tell you, I will not be beaten.

_Hau._ Look ye here now-- _Lovis_.

_Lov._ Ha, ha, ha, canst thou be angry with him? [To _Alonzo_.

_Hau._ I, can you be angry with me?

_Alon._ I know not why an Ass should have more privilege than any other
rude Beast.

_Lov._ Ha, ha, ha, this Humour's so pleasant in thee, I wish thou
wouldst pursue it a little-- _Haunce_, bear up to him, he's but a mere
Huff, ha, ha, ha.

[Claps him on the Back, he goes fearfully forward.

_Glo._ I, Sir, as long as Don _Lovis_ is here, you may say what you
will.

_Hau._ May I so?-- and why, Sir?-- am I, Sir-- an Ass, Sir?
[Runs behind _Lovis_.

_Alon._ 'Sdeath, you Rascal, do you question me?

_Hau._ Oh, hold, Sir, hold, not I, God forbid I should question it,
_Lovis_-- is it, indeed, _Alonzo_, hah?

_Lov._ Yes indeed is it.

_Hau._ And wilt thou not do so much as to beat him for me a little?

_Lov._ Not I, I dare not, he's a terrible Man.

_Hau._ Why look you here now, you damn'd Rogue,
[To _Gload_.] Have not you serv'd me finely, hah?

_Gload._ Why, Sir, 'tis but crying Peccavi.

_Hau._ Peccavi, and be hang'd to you-- Lord, Sir, [To _Alonzo_.] why
are you so angry? I came but to ask you a civil Question, from my Wife
that must be.

_Alon._ You must ask me leave, first.

_Hau._ Yes, yes, Sir, so she said mun; for she must marry me to night.

_Alon._ Yes, you shall have it with this-- too. [Draws.

_Hau._ Why look you [_Haunce_ runs away, _Lovis_ stays him.] here now,
here's damn'd doings. For my part, I declare it here upon my Death-bed,
I am forc'd to what I do, and you kill me against my Will.

_Alon._ Do'st think we are not discover'd in our Design? I'd kill the
Dog if I thought we were.

_Lov._ I believe not; and perceive by my Sister's Message, that we are
to come to her, and prevent this Fellow's marrying her.

_Alon._ Well, Sir, I'll spare your Life, and give your Mistress leave to
marry to night.

_Hau._ How, Sir, to Night?-- But is he in earnest, _Lovis_?

_Lov._ In very good earnest.

_Hau._ Tan, ta, ra, ra, ra-- hay, Boys, what a Night we'll have on't,
_Gload_, for Fiddles and Dancing.

_Alon._ Tell your Mistress I will dispatch a little Affair, and wait on
he