_Sis_. I put him to't, he dares not fight; and he that expects my favour to so high a degree as marriage must be none of my lord Maiors whifflers[250]; he must be valiant in Armes. I am not taken with a ring or Caskanet, as some avaritious Ladies; he that presents me with the sword of his rivall is more welcome then all the silken soft natur'd six hundreds a yeere, that will be baffeld in their best clothes and goe downe into the Country every Vacacon like Atturneys to be beaten against next terme and get damage by it, but I forget some affaires that concerne me. I take my leave. Your deserts upon me are eminent and many, and for all your noble services I--will promise you nothing: you apprehend me? _De_. O, sweet Lady, tis too much. _Sis_. I am so weary I can stay no longer w'ee. [_Exit_. _De_. You make mee over happie.--So, so; the matters done. I may write my friends. Hum: well thought upon! I shall leave her joyes without any bound to entertaine me if I first beat this foolish rivall of mine and present her with his sword. She assures me he dares not fight: it shall be so. Thus with one baffling and disarming him I shall secure my Mistresse and get the reputation of a fighting Cavallier, which may save me many a knock hereafter among men of strong faith that shall heare how much honour I have elsewhere taken upon the ticket. [SCENE 3.] _Enter Captaine and Underwit_. _Un_. Stand right to your files, make even your rankes, silence! Front to the right hand. As you were. To the right hand about. By the left hand. As you were. Rankes to the right double. Rankes as you were. Rankes to the left double. Midlemen to the right hand double the front; as you were,--to the left, --double the front; middle-men to the right entire [or[251] by division] double the front; files to the right,--to the left,--to the right hand countermarch,--to the right,--to the left,--wheele about-- _Cap_. Ran tan: enough,--you must not wast your lunges Too much at once. March faire and make a Captaine. When these words of Command are rotten (rooted?) wee Will sowe some other military seeds. You beare[252] a braine and memory. _Un_. I hope so. [_Cap_.[253]] And now you are chose a Captaine for your Countrey You must give good example to your Soldiers And cherish nature after exercise: You must drinke sack, sack is a fortifier. Come, wee'le to the taverne. _Un_. With all my heart. [_Enter Mr. Courtwell_. Here's Mr. _Courtwell_: lett's take him with us. _Cap_. My costive Countrey man? hee's an Anabaptist: he wonot drinke, and yet kist the Cupp of last night, me thought, when his Mistres-- drank to him: wee'le try. How ist, my man of mortall breeding? _Cou_. My man of warre, trebonn.--Your servant, Captaine.