SPEND. You seem a gentleman, and you may perceive I have some respect unto your credit To take you thus aside. Will you restore What you have drawn from me unlawfully? STAINES. Sirrah, by your outside you seem a citizen, Whose cock's-comb I were apt enough to break, But for the law. Go, y' are a prating jack: Nor is't your hopes of crying out for clubs Can save you from my chastisement, if once You shall but dare to utter this again. SPEND. You lie; you dare not. STAINES. Lie! nay, villain, now Thou tempt'st me to thy death. SPEND. Soft, you must buy it dearer; The best blood flows within you is the price. STAINES. Dar'st thou resist? thou art no citizen. SPEND. I am a citizen. STAINES. Say thou art a gentleman, and I am satisfied; For then I know thou'lt answer me in field. SPEND. I'll say directly what I am, a citizen; And I will meet thee in the field as fairly As the best gentleman that wears a sword.[181] STAINES. I accept it: the meeting-place? SPEND. Beyond the Maze in Tuttle.[182] STAINES. What weapon? SPEND. Single rapier. STAINES. The time? SPEND. To-morrow. STAINES. The hour? SPEND. 'Twixt nine and ten. STAINES. 'Tis good; I shall expect you. Farewell. SPEND. Farewell, sir. [_Exeunt omnes._ _Enter_ WILL RASH, LONGFIELD, _and_ JOYCE. W. RASH. Why, I commend thee, girl; thou speak'st as thou think'st. Thy tongue and thy heart are relatives; and thou wert not my sister, I should at this time fall in love with thee. JOYCE. You should not need, for, and you were not my brother, I should fall in love with you, for I love a proper man with my heart, and so does all the sex of us, let my sister dissemble never so much. I am out of charity with these nice and squeamish tricks. We were born for men, and men for us; and we must together. W. RASH. This same plain-dealing is a jewel in thee. JOYCE. And let me enjoy that jewel, for I love plain-dealing with my heart. W. RASH. Th' art a good wench, i' faith. I should never be ashamed to call thee sister, though thou shouldst marry a broom-man. But your lover, methinks, is over-tedious. _Enter_ GERALDINE. JOYCE. No, look ye, sir; could you wish a man to come better upon his cue?[183] Let us withdraw. W. RASH. Close, close, for the prosecution of the plot, wench. See, he prepares. JOYCE. Silence. GERA. The sun is yet wrapp'd in Aurora's arms, And, lull'd with her delight, forgets us[184] creatures. Awake, thou god of heat, I call thee up, and task[185] thee for thy slowness. Point all thy beams through yonder flaring glass, And raise a beauty brighter than thyself. [_Music._ Musicians, give each instrument a tongue, To breathe sweet music in the ears of her To whom I send it as a messenger. _Enter_ GERTRUDE _aloft_.