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Clerimont. should fail now? Tru. Oh, Sirs, I'll be answerable for the issue. I cannot fail. I know the height and dimension of their understandings too well: They'll believe themselves to be just such men as we make 'em, neither more nor lefs : They have nothing, not the use of their senses, but by tradition. 'Slight, man, I will have them as silent as signs, and their posts too, ere I have done with them. Do you observe this gallery, or rather lobby indeed ? Here are a couple of Itudies, at each end one: Here will I act such a tragi-comedy between the Guelphs and the Ghibellines, Daw and La-Fogle—which of 'em comes out first, will I feize on: (You two shall be the chorus behind the arras, and whip out between the acts and speak.) If I do not make


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Enter Sir John Daw. Daw. Which is the way into the garden, trow?

Tru. Oh, Jack Daw! I am glad I have met with you. In good faith, I must have this matter go no further between you: I must have it taken up.

Daw. What matter, Sir? between whom?

Tru. Come, you disguife it; Șit Amorous and you. If you love me, Jack, you shall make use. of your philosophy now, for this once, and deliver me your sword. The bride has entreated me, I will fee no blood shed at her bridal.

Daw. As I hope to finish Tacitus, I intend no murder.

Tru. Do you not wait for Sir Amorous ?
Daw. Not I, by my knighthood.
Tru. And your scholarship too?
Daw. And my scholarship too.

Tru. Go to, then I return you your sword, and ask you mercy; but put it not up, for you will be affaulted. I understood that you had apprehended it, and walk'd here to brave him; and that you


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Daw. No, no; no such thing, I assure you. He and I parted now, as good friends as could be.

Tru. Trust not you to that visor. I saw him fince dinner with another face: I have known many men in my time vex'd with losses, with deaths, and with abuses; but so offended a wight as Sir Amorous, did I never see or read of. For taking away his guests, Sir, to-day, that's the cause; and he declares it behind your back with such threatenings and contempts-He said to Dauphine, you were the arrant'st ass

Daw, Ay, he may say his pleasure.

Tru. And swears you are so protested a coward, that he knows you will never do him any manly or single right; and therefore he will take his course.

Daw. I'll give him any satisfaction, Sir-but fighting

Tru, Ay, Sir; but who knows what fatisfaction he'll take : Blood he thirsts for, and blood he will have; and whereabouts on you he will have it, who knows, but himself?

Daw. I pray you, Master Truewit, be you a mediator.




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Tru. Well, Sir, conceal yourself then in this, study till I return. [He puts him up.] Nay, you must : be content to be lock'd in; for, for mine, own reputation, I would not have you feen to receive a publick disgrace, while I have the matter in managing. Gods fo, here he comes; keep your : breath close, that he do not hear you sigh. In good faith, Sir Amorous, he is not this way; I pray you be merciful, do not murder him: You are arm’d as if you sought a revenge on all his race. Good Dauphine, get him away from this place. I never knew a man's choler so high, but he would speak to his friends, he would hear reason.-Jack Daw, Jack! asleep?

Daw [Coming forth.]Is he gone, master Truewit?
Tru. Ay; did you hear him?
Daw. Oh, dear, yes.
Tru. What a quick ear fear has?
Daw. But is he ļo arm’d, as you say?

Tru. Arm’d! did you ever see a fellow set out to take pofiession?

V Daw. Ay, Sir.

Tru. That may give you some light to conceive of him; but 'tis nothing to the principal. He has got somebody's old two-hand sword, to mow you off at the knees: And that sword has spawn'd fuch


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a dagger !But then he is so hung with pikes, halberds, peitronels, callivers, and musquets, that he looks like a justice of peace's hall: A man of two thousand a-year is not sess’d at fo many weapons as he has on. You would think he meant to murder all St. Pulchre's parish. He is sufficiently arm’d to over-run a country.

Daw. Good Lord ! what means he, Sir? I pray you, master 'Truewit, be you a mediator.

Tru. Well, I'll try if he will be appeas'd with a leg or an arm;

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must die once. Daw. I would be loth to lose my right arm, for writing madrigals.

Tru. Why, if he will be satisfied with a thumb, or a little finger, all's one to me. You must think, I'll do my best.

Daw. Good Sir, do. [Goes into the closet again.

Re-enter Dauphine and Clerimont,
Cler. What hast thou done?

Tru. He will let me do nothing, man; he does
all afore me; he offers his left arm.
Dau. Take it, by all means.

Tru. How! maim a man for ever, for a jeft?
What a conscience hast thou ?
Dau. 'Tis no loss to him; he has no employ-


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