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two friends, Pylades and Orestes : I'll fetch 'em out to you straight.
Hau. Will you, master Truewit?
Dau. Ay; but, noble ladies, do not confess in your countenance, or outward bearing to 'em, any discovery of their follies, that we may fee how they' will bear up again.
Hau. We will not, Sir Dauphine.
La-F. Are they?
Tru. Yes; but slip out by and by, as their backs are turn’d, and meet Sir John here, as by chance, when I call you. Jack Daw!
Daw. [Peeping.] What say you, Sir?
Tru, Whip out behind me suddenly, and no anger i' your looks to your adversary. Now, now!
Enter at opposite doors, Daw and La-Foole. La-F. Noble Sir John Daw! Where ha' you been ?
Daw. To seek you, Sir Amorous.
Dau. Where's your sword, Sir John?
Daw. Mine ! my boy had it forth, to mend the handle, e'en now.
La-F. And my gold handle was broke too, and my boy had it forth.
Dau. Indeed, Sir? How their excuses meet !
Mrs. Otter. Oh, me! madam, he comes again, the madman! Away.
[Exeunt Ladies, Daw, and La-Foole.
Enter Morose, with two swords. Mor. What make these naked weapons here, gentlemen ?
Tru. Oh, Sir, here hath like to have been murder fince you went! A couple of knights fallep out about the bride's favours : We were fain to take away their weapons.
Mor. For her favours?
Tru. Ay, Sir, heretoforé, not present. Clerimont, carry them their swords now. They have done all the hurt they will do.
[Exit Clerimont. Dau. Have you spoke with a lawyer, Sir? Mor. Oh, no! there is such a noise i' the court,
that they have frightened me home with more violence than I went ! Such speaking and counterspeaking, with their several voices of citations, appellations, allegations, certificates, attachments, interrogatories, references, convi&ions, and afflictions indeed, among the dcctors and proctors, that the noise here is silence to't! a kind of calm midnight!
Tru. Why, Sir, if you would be resolv'd indeed, I can bring you hither a very sufficient lawyer, and a learned divine, that shall enquire into every least scruple for you.
Mor. Can you, master Truewit ?
Tru. Yes, and are very sober grave persons, that will dispatch in a chamber with a whisper' or two.
Mor. Good Sir, shall I hope this benefit from you, and trust myself into your hands ?
Tru. Alas, Sir! your nephew and I have been afham'd, and oft-times mad, since you went, to think how you are abus’d. Go in, good Sir, and lock yourself up till we call you ; we'll tell you more anon, Sir.
Mor. Do your pleasure with me, gentlemen ; do but divorce me from my wife, and I am bound to you for ever,
[Exit, Dau. What wilt thou do now, Wit?
Tru. Recover me hither Otter and the barber, if you can, by any means, presently,
Dau. Why? to what purpose?
Tru. Oh, I'll make the deepest divine and gravest lawyer out o' them two for him.
Dau. Thou canst not, man; these are waking dreams,
Tru. Do not fear me. Clap but a civil gown with the welt o'the one, and a canonical cloak with fleeves o' the other, and give 'em a few terms in their mouths, if there come not forth as able a doctor, and complete a parfon, for this turn as may be wish'd, trust not my election: The barber smatters Latin, I remember.
Dau. Yes, and Otter too.
Tru. Well then, if I make 'em not wrangle out this case, to his no-comfort, let me be thought a Jack Daw, or La-Foole, or any thing worse. Go you to your ladies, but first fend for them.
Dau. I will; and you shall have Otter in a trice, and the barber in the snapping of his fingers.
[Exeunt severally. Another apartment. Tables, chairs, &c.
La-Foole, Clerimont, Daw. La-F. Where had you our swords, master Clerimont?
Cler. Why, Dauphine took 'em from the mad
La-F. And he took 'em from our boys, I warz
Cler. Very like, Sir.
La-F. Thank you, good master Clerimont. Sir John Daw and I are both beholden to you.
Cler. Would I knew how to make you so, gentlemen!
Daw. Sir Amorous and I are your servants, Sir,
Cler. Faith, now we are in private, let's wanton it a little, and talk waggishly. Sir John, I am telling Sir Amorous here that you two govern the ladies where'er you come.
Daw. Not I: Sir Amorous does.
Cler. Well, agree on't together, knights; for between you, you divide the ladies' affections: I see it. You could tell strange stories, my masters, if you would, I know.
Daw. Faith, we have seen somewhat, Sir.
La-F. That we have Velvet petticoats, and clock'd stockings, or so.
Daw. Ay, and