FEE. Why, let the roarers meddle with me another time: as for flying, I scorn it; I killed 'em like a man. When did you ever see a lord hang for anything? We may kill whom we list. Marry, my conscience pricks me. Ah! plague a' this drink! what things it makes us do! I do no more remember this now than a puppy-dog. O bloody lord, that art bedaub'd with gore! Vain world, adieu, for I will roar no more. BOLD. Nay, stay, my lord: I did but try the tenderness of your conscience. All this is nothing so; but, to sweeten the tale I have for you, I foretold you this feigned mischance. FEE. It is a tale belonging to the widow. BOLD. I think you are a witch. FEE. My grandmother was suspected. BOLD. The widow has desired you by me to meet her to-morrow morning at church in some unknown disguise, lest any suspect it; for, quoth she, Long hath he held me fast in his moist hand, Therefore I will be his in nuptial band. FEE. Bold, I have ever taken you to be my friend. I am very wise now and valiant; if this be not true, damn me, sir, you are the son of a whore, and you lie, and I will make it good with my sword. BOLD. I am whate'er you please, sir, if it be not true. I will go with you to the church myself. Your disguise I have thought on. The widow is your own. Come, leave your fooling. FEE. _If this be true, thou little boy Bold,_ [_Cantat._ _So true, as thou tell'st to me,_ _To-morrow morn, when I have the widow,_ _My dear friend shall thou be_.[125] [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _Enter_ MAID, _like the footboy;_ SELDOM _with_ PITTS _and_ DONNER, _a couple of serjeants_. MAID. Sir, 'tis most true, and in this shall you be Unlike to other citizens, that arrest To undo gentlemen: your clemency here, Perchance, saves two lives: one from the other's sword, The other from the law's. This morn they fight, And though your debtor be a lord, yet should he Miscarry, certainly your debt were lost. SEL. Dost thou serve the Lord Proudly? MAID. Sir, I do. SEL. Well, such a boy as thou is worth more money Than thy lord owes me. 'Tis not for the debt I do arrest him, but to end this strife, Which both may lose my money and his life. _Enter_ LORD PROUDLY, _with a riding-rod_. PROUDLY. My horse there! Zounds! I would not for the world He should alight before me in the field; My name and honour were for ever lost. SEL. Good morrow to your honour. I do hear Your lordship this fair morning is to fight, And for your honour: did you never see The play where the fat knight, hight Oldcastle, Did tell you truly what his honour was?[126] PROUDLY. Why, how now, good man flatcap, "what-d'ye-lack?"[127] Whom do you talk to, sirrah? 1ST SER. We arrest you. PROUDLY. Arrest me, rogue? I am a lord, ye curs, A parliament man. 2D SER. Sir, we arrest you, though. PROUDLY. At whose suit?