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 ! love life. Tru. Question till your throat be cut, do : Dally till the enraged soul find you. La-F. Who's that? 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 La-F. YE. 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. Tru, 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. 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 house house where he suspects you are. Think upon Tru. You'll leave it to me then? [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. Trust 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! Daw peeping out of the clofet. 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, 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 good |