_Dua._ You shall, and for your friend: I am beholding to ye, Greatly beholding Sir; if you remember, You fought with such a man, they call'd _Duarte_, A proud distemper'd man: he was my enemy, My mortal foe, you slew him fairly, nobly. _Rut._ Speak softly Sir, you do not mean to betray me, I wisht the Gallows, now th'are coming fairly. _Dua._ Be confident, for as I live, I love you, And now you shall perceive it: for that service, Me, and my purse command: there, take it to ye, 'Tis gold, and no small sum, a thousand Duckets, Supply your want. _Rut._ But do you do this faithfully? _Dua._ If I mean ill, spit in my face and kick me: In what else I may serve you, Sir-- _Rut._ I thank you, This is as strange to me as Knights adventures. I have a project, 'tis an honest one, And now I'le tempt my fortune. _Dua._ Trust me with it. _Rut._ You are so good and honest I must trust ye, 'Tis but to carry a letter to a Lady That sav'd my life once. _Dua._ That will be most thankful, I will do't with all care. _Rut._ Where are you, white-broth? Now lusty blood, Come in, and tell your mony: 'Tis ready here, no threats, nor no orations, Nor prayers now. _Sulp._ You do not mean to leave me. _Rut._ I'le live in Hell sooner than here, and cooler. Come quickly come, dispatch, this air's unwho[l]som: Quickly good Lady, quickly to't. _Sulp._ Well, since it must be, The next I'le fetter faster sure, and closer. _Rut._ And pick his bones, as y'have done mine, pox take ye. _Dua._ At my lodging for a while, you shall be quartered, And there take Physick for your health. _Rut._ I thank ye, I have found my angel now too, if I can keep him. [_Exeunt omnes._ _Actus Quintus. Scena Prima._ _Enter Rutilio and Duarte._ _Rut. You like the Letter? _Dua._ Yes, but I must tell you You tempt a desperate hazard, to sollicite The mother, (and the grieved one too, 'tis rumor'd) Of him you slew so lately. _Rut._ I have told you Some proofs of her affection, and I know not A nearer way to make her satisfaction For a lost Son, than speedily to help her To a good Husband; one that will beget Both Sons and Daughters, if she be not barren. I have had a breathing now, and have recovered What I lost in my late service, 'twas a hot one: It fired and fired me; but all thanks to you Sir, You have both freed and cool'd me. _Dua._ What is done Sir, I thought well done, and was in that rewarded, And therefore spare your thanks. _Rut._ I'le no more Whoring: This fencing 'twixt a pair of sheets, more wears one Than all the exercise in the world besides. To be drunk with good Canary, a meer Julip Or like gourd-water to't; twenty Surfeits Come short of one nights work there. If I get this Lady As ten to one I shall, I was ne're denied yet, I will live wondrous honestly; walk before her Gravely and demurely And then instruct my family; you are sad, What do you muse on Sir?