_De_. I doe not like this.-- You wo'not put me, sir, together againe. _Cou_. I wo'not take the paines. Why do you smile now? _De_. At your conceite to thinke I was a Clock: I am a watch, I never strike.--Hee's valiant. _Cou_. You have pretty colours there; are these your Mistresses? _De_. If you did know the mistery you would applaud 'em. Have you read _Livre de blason_? What meane you? _Cou_. I will bestow 'em, sir, upon some forehorse? They will become a countrey teame rarely. _De_. Mor bleu! Why, you dare fight, it seemes, and I was told You were no Cavellier, a very dreame [droane?] A wedg for men to breake their swords upon. I shall never trust fame agen for your sake. _Cou_. Thou never cosendst me. _De_. I was never so illiterate in man. _Cou_. For I did ever thinke thou durst not fence But at a complement; a glittering vapour, A thing of clothes and fitt for chambermaides To whet their witts upon, but now resolve Either to have your skin flead of or fight wo' me For troubling my present meditations. _De_. Why, sir, if you be serious I shall quit That prejudice you have upon my valour. Looke you, sir, I can draw, and thus provok'd I dare chastise you, too. Cause I was merry I was not bound to feed your spleen eternally With laughter; yet I am not ignorant What an advantage, sir, your weapon gives you In length. _Cou_. Wee'le change; why, this is honour in thee. [_They measure and Device getts both weapons_. _De_. Now, sir, keepe of. _Cou_. Th'art not so base? _De_. I never cosen'd you, do you remember? These two will guide me on the rope. _Cou_. You meane to dance, then? _De_. Yes, the Canaries,[272] but with quicker tyme Then you, I hope, can follow: thus I begin. Fa, la, la, &c. [_Excurrit_. _Cou_. What a heathen Coward's this? how the rogue tripps like a fairie to the towne with 'em! He has been a footman, sure; I have not aire enough to overtake him, and twill be darke presently. If I loose the sight on him ile search the towne, and if I find him not there, pursue him with hue and cries and after hang him. [_Exit_. [SCENE 4.] _Enter Sir Francis, a taper prepar'd_.