KNOCK. I think you may, and 'tis true; and I allow it for a resolute vapour. WASPE. Nay then, I do think you do not think, and it is no resolute vapour. CUT. Yes, in some sort he may allow you. KNOCK. In no sort, sir, pardon me, I can allow him nothing. You mistake the vapour. WASPE. He mistakes nothing, sir, in no sort. WHIT. Yes I pre dee now, let him mistake. WASPE. A turd in your teeth, never pre dee me, for I will have nothing mistaken. KNOCK. Turd! ha, turd? a noisome vapour: strike, Whit. [_Aside to Whit._ [_They fall together by the ears, while Edgworth steals the license out of the box, and exit._ MRS. OVER. Why, gentlemen, why, gentlemen, I charge you upon my authority, conserve the peace. In the king's name, and my husband's, put up your weapons, I shall be driven to commit you myself, else. QUAR. Ha, ha, ha! WASPE. Why do you laugh, sir? QUAR. Sir, you'll allow me my christian liberty; I may laugh, I hope. CUT. In some sort you may, and in some sort you may not, sir. KNOCK. Nay, in some sort, sir, he may neither laugh nor hope in this company. WASPE. Yes, then he may both laugh and hope in any sort, an't please him. QUAR. Faith, and I will then, for it doth please me exceedingly. WASPE. No exceedingly neither, sir. KNOCK. No, that vapour is too lofty. QUAR. Gentlemen, I do not play well at your game of vapours, I am not very good at it, but-- CUT. [_draws a circle on the ground._] Do you hear, sir? I would speak with you in circle. QUAR. In circle, sir! what would you with me in circle? CUT. Can you lend me a piece, a Jacobus, in circle? QUAR. 'Slid, your circle will prove more costly than your vapours, then. Sir, no, I lend you none. CUT. Your beard's not well turn'd up, sir. QUAR. How, rascal! are you playing with my beard? I'll break circle with you. [_They all draw and fight._ PUP. NOR. Gentlemen, gentlemen! KNOCK. [_aside to Whit._] Gather up, Whit, gather up, Whit, good vapours. [_Exit, while Whit takes up the swords, clokes, etc., and conceals them._ MRS. OVER. What mean you? are you rebels, gentlemen? shall I send out a serjeant at arms, or a writ of rebellion, against you? I'll commit you upon my woman-hood, for a riot, upon my justice-hood, if you persist. [_Exeunt Quarlous and Cutting._ WASPE. Upon my justice-hood! marry shite o' your hood: you'll commit! spoke like a true justice of peace's wife indeed, and a fine female lawyer! turd in your teeth for a fee, now. MRS. OVER. Why, Numps, in master Overdo's name, I charge you. WASPE. Good mistress Underdo, hold your tongue. MRS. OVER. Alas, poor Numps! WASPE. Alas! and why _alas_ from you, I beseech you? or why _poor_ Numps, goody Rich? Am I come to be pitied by your tuft-taffata now? Why, mistress, I knew Adam the clerk, your husband, when he was Adam Scrivener, and writ for two-pence a sheet, as high as he bears his head now, or you your hood, dame.-- _Enter BRISTLE and other Watchmen._ What are you, sir?