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ment for his arms, but to eat spoon-meat. Beside, as good maim his body, aś his reputation. ;**

* Tru. He is a scholar, and a wit, and yet he does not think so. But he loses no reputation with us; for we all resolvd him "àn ass before: "{ To your places again. Dau. Come away, Clerimont.

[Retires with Clerimont.

Enter La-Foole.

Tru. Sir Amorous !
La-F. Master Truewit.
Tru. Whither were you going ?
La-F. Down into the court.
Tru. By no means, Sir.'
La-F. Why, Sir?
Tru. Enter here, if you


La-F. Why, why?

Tru. Question till your throat be cut, do : Dally till the enraged soul find you.

La-F. Who's that?
Tru. Dáw it is: Will you in?
La-F. Ay, ay, I'll in: What's the matter?

Tru. Nay, if he had been cool enough to tell us that, there had been some hope to atone you; but he seems so implacably enrag'd



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La-F. 'Slight, let him rage : I'll hide myself.

Tru, Do, good Sir ; but what have you done to him within, that should provoke him thus? You have broke some jest upon him afore the ladies

La-F. Not I; never in my life, broke jest upon any man, The bride was praising Sir Dauphine, and he went away in snuff, and I followed him ; unless he took offence at me in his drink e're-while, that I would not pledge all the horse-full.

Trụ, By, my faith, and that may be ; you remember well: But he walks the round up and down, thro' every room o' the house, with a towel in his hand, crying, where's La-Foole? who saw La-Foole? And when Dauphine and I demanded the cause, we can force no answer from him, but “Oh, revenge, how sweet art thou! I will strangle “ him in this towel;” which leads us to conjecture, that the main cause of his fury is, for bringing your meat to-day, with a towel about you, to his difcredit.

La-F. Like enough. Why, an he be angry for that, I'll stay here till his anger be blown over.

Tru. A good becoming resolution, Sir; if you can put it on o'the sudden.

La-F. Yes, I can put it on: Or, I'll away into the country presently.


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Trü. How will you go out of the house, Sir? He knows you are i’ the house, and he'll watch you this se'nnight, but he'll have you: He'll out-wait a ferjeant for you.

La-F. Why, then I'll stay here.

Tru. You must think how to victual yourself in time then.

La-F. Why, sweet master Truewit, will you entreat my cousin Otter to send me a cold venison pafty, a bottle or two of wine, and a pallet to lie on?

Tru. Oh, I would not advise you to sleep, by any means.

La-F. Would not you, Sir? why, then I will not.

Tru. Yet there's another fear.
La-F. Is there, Sir? What is't?

Tru. No, he cannot break open this door with his foot, sure.

La-F. I'll set my back against it, Sir. I have a good back.

Tru. But then if he should batter?

La-F. Batter! If he dare, I'll have an acion of battery against him.

Tru. Cast you the worst. He has sent for powder already, and what he will do with it, no man knows: Perhaps blow up the corner 'o' the


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fome satisfaction, or terms, to offer him.
7 La-F. Sir, I'll give him any fatisfaction: I dare
give any terms.

Tru. You'll leave it to me then?
La-F. Ay, Sir: I'll stand to any conditions.

[Goes into the closet. Tru. How. now? what think you, Sirs ? [He calls forth Cler. and Dau.] Were't not a difficult thing to determine, which of these two fear'd most?

Cler. Yes, but this fears the bravest: The other, a whindling dastard, Jack Daw! But La-Foole, a brave heroick coward ! and is afraid in a great look, and a stout accent. I like him rarely.

Tru. Had it not been pity these two should have been conceal'd ?

Cler. Shall I go fetch the ladies to the catastrophe ?

Tru. Umph! Ay, by my troth. Do, Clerimont, fetch 'em, and discourse to 'em all that's pass’d, and bring 'em into the gallery here.

Dau. This is thy extreme vanity now: Thou think'st thou wert undone, if every jest thou mak'st were not publish'd.

Tru. Thou shalt see how unjust thou art prefently. Clerimont, say it was Dauphine's plot.


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Trust me not, if the whole drift be' not for thy good. [Exit Clerimont.] There's a fčárf i the next room, put it on, and be ready when I call Amorous. Away !-John Daw!

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Daw peeping out of the clofet.
Daw. What good news, Sir ?

Tru. Faith, I have followed, and argued with him hard for you. I told him you were a knight, and a scholar, and that you knew fortitude did consist magis patiendo quàm faciendo, magis ferenda quàm feriendo.

Daw. It doth fo indeed, Sir.

Tru. And that you would suffer, I told him: So at first he demanded, by my troth, in my con ceit, too much.

Daw. What was it, Sir ?
Tru. Your upper lip, and fix oʻyour foré-teeth.
Daw. 'Twas unreasonable.

Tru, Nay, I told him plainly, you could not fpare 'em all. So after long argument (pro & con, as you know) I brought him down to your two butter-teeth, and them he would have.

Daw. Oh, did you fo? Why, he fhall have 'em.

Tru. But he shall not, Sir, by your leave. The conclusion is this, Sir: Because you shall be very


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