_Acut_. I will sir;--twere best you gave me good words, but ile trie ye farther yet;--fare ye well, sir. _Scil_. I pray you remember me to him.--You see my anger is over already. [_Exit[260] Acutus_. _Grac_. Would ye not strike him? lets followe. _Scil_. Indeede ye shall not, I hate it. _Ser_. I will not be barren of my armorie, in my future perambulation for the lower element. _Grac_. You are too patient in wrongs, sir.--Zoundes I know not how to picke a quarrell. _Serv_. Sir, the grievous youth is inwardlye possest of a supple spirit, he can brooke impugnying, but tis adverse to my spirit if I were armed. _Enter Accutus_. _Accut_. Save ye, gallants, sawe ye not a fellowe come halting this way of late? _Scil_. Hath he done any hurt, or is hee a friend of yours? _Acut_. Hee's a Rascall and ile maintaine him so. _Scil_. Hee's a verie Rascall indeede, and he used mee like a knave: if ere I meete him, I shall hardly put it up; I have it in blacke and blue to shew heere. _Serv_. Say, I breath defyance to his front. _Acut_. Challenge him the field. _Scil_. Doos't thinke heele answere me? I'l challenge him at the pich-fork, or the Flaile, or ile wrastle a fall with him for a bloody nose; anye weapon I have bene brought up in ile-- _Accut_. What will ye? heere he is, you minime, that will be friend with friends and foe with foes; and you that will defie _Hercules_, and out-brave _Mars_ and feares not the Devil; passe, bladder, ile make ye swell. _Scil_. By Gods-lid, if I had knowne it had bene you, I would not have said so to your face. [_Exeunt_. _Accut_. Away, with your Champion, goe. _Grac_. This was excellentlye performed, ifaith a better breathing then a game at bowles. _Accut_. Theile give you the good salve at any time this month, for I am sure they have salving enough for so long. _Grac_. I pittie the foole yfaith, but the tother Horseleach I wish his blowes trebled. I converst with him, but a Rogue so stuft with the lybrary of new minted[261] words, so tearing the sence, I never met with. _Accut_. But now we have spoilde our determinate dinner at my hostesse of the Hobbye; we shall nowe bee knowne. _Grac_. That holds well still, I am taken for a prooved friend, and thou shalt be disguised, till, I have wrought a league by vertue of a pottle of Canarie. _Acut_. Content, mine Host shall be accessarie and ile be a serviter to observe myracles. _Grac_. They are good subjects for idle houres:--but soft, what second course is entring heere? _Enter Phy., Bos, and Boy_. _Phy_. _For I did but kisse her; Bos_, how lik'st thou my relish? _Bos_. Oh sir, relish but your licour, as you doe your song, you may goe drunke to bed any day in the weeke. _Phy_. _Sister_,[262] _awake, close not, &c_. Does my face hold colour still? _Bos_. I, and you would but scaviage the pavilion of your nose. _Gra_. I, marrie, _Accutus_, how lik'st thou this Gentlewoman Gallant?