_Sis_. My fighting servant? has he beaten you, sir? Perhapps he thought you were his Rivall; surely I saw him not since yesterday. _Cou_. Bu'y, Ladie.-- How many mile ist to the next Cutlers? The rogue has pawn'd or sold my sword. [_Offers to go forth_. _Sis_. Dee heare, sir? I can tell you now what Lady twas you did Abuse so. _Cou_. I abuse a Ladie! tell me the slave Reported it. I hope twill prove this Mounsieur. If ere we meet agen! Who wast? _Sis_. Upon condition, sir, you will requite me But with one gentle favour. _Cou_. Any thing-- _Sis_. You must sitt downe and heare me then while I At a distance thus deliver-- _Cou_. Tis more state. _Sis_. I am most unfortunate. _Cou_. In what, deare Damsell? _Sis_. And much wrongd by a gentleman I lov'd. _Cou_. Can he be a gentleman that dares Wrong so much love and beauty? what's the offence? _Sis_. He wo'not love agen. _Cou_. And you would have The stubborne man corrected? _Sis_. I would be Revengd if I knew how, and honour him Should do me Justice. _Cou_. Name the man; Ile doot. _Sis_. I cannot. _Cou_. How? _Sis_. Yet turne your face: alas, it is yourselfe. I have your word to punish him. _Cou_. Sweet Ladie, I am well acquainted with the worthy gentleman, But will not kill nor strike him, for I know He has just reason not to love you--you Of all your sex; he told me so. _Sis_. His reason? _Cou_. Was in these wordes; suppose you hear him speak it; Now do you sit--Lady, when I consider you, The perfect frame of what we can call hansome, With all your attributes of soule and body, Where no addition or detraction can By _Cupids_ nicer Crittick find a fault, Or _Mercury_ with your eternall flame; And then consider what a thing I am To this high Character of you, so low, So lost to noble merits, I despaire To love a Mistresse cannot love agen. _Sis_. This is a much dissembled Modesty. _Cou_. Therefore give me the kinder Chambermaid, That will returne me love for my two peeces And give me back twelve pennyworth agen, Which is as much as I can well receave; So there is thirty and nyne shillings cleere Gotten in Love, and much good do her too't; I thinke it very well bestow'd. _Sis_. But if I thinke you worthy, and accept Your service, it destroies this other reason For your despaire. Why, I can praise you, too. _Cou_. No, lett it alone I have other reasons Lady Among my papers. But to love or to be in love Is to be guld; that's the plaine _English_ of _Cupids Latine_. Beside, all reverence to the calling, I Have vowd never to marry, and you know Love may bring a Man toot at last, and therefore My fine Gewgaw do not abuse me. _Sis_. How can I When you will neither Love nor marry me? _Cou_. I was not made for a husband. _Sis_. But I would make you. _Cou_. I know what you would make me. _Enter Servant_. _Ser_. Mounsier _Device_, if you be alone, would present his service. _Cou_. Is he come?