_Ant._ Well: Ha's given me my _quietus est_, I felt him In my small guts, I'me sure, has feez'd me: This comes of siding with ye. _2 Gent._ Can you go Sir? _Ant._ I should go man, and my head were off, Never talk of going. _Petr._ Come, all shall be well then, I hear more rescue coming. _Enter the_ Dukes _Faction_. _Ant._ Let's turn back then; My skull's uncloven yet, let me but kill. _Petr._ Away for Heaven sake with him. _John._ How is't? _Duke._ Well Sir, Only a little stagger'd. _Faction Duke._ Let's pursue 'em. _Du._ No not a man, I charge ye: thanks good coat, Thou hast sav'd me a shrewd welcom: 'twas put home too, With a good mind I'me sure on't. _John._ Are ye safe then? _Duke._ My thanks to you brave Sir, whose timely valour, And manly courtesie came to my rescue. _John._ Ye'had foul play offer'd ye, and shame befal him That can pass by oppression. _Duke._ May I crave Sir, But thus much honour more, to know your name? And him I am so bound to? _John._ For the Bond Sir, 'Tis every good mans tye: to know me further Will little profit ye; I am a stranger, My Country _Spain_; my name _Don John_, a Gentleman That lye here for my study. _Duke._ I have heard Sir, Much worthy mention of ye, yet I find Fame short of what ye are. _John._ You are pleas'd Sir, To express your courtesie: may I demand As freely what you are, and what mischance Cast you into this danger? _Duke._ For this present I must desire your pardon: you shall know me E're it be long Sir, and a nobler thanks Than now my will can render. _John._ Your will's your own Sir. _Duke._ What is't you look for sir, have you lost any thing? _John._ Only my hat i'th' scuffle; sure these fellows Were night-snaps. _Duke._ No, believe Sir: pray ye use mine, For 'twill be hard to find your own now. _John._ No Sir. _Du._ Indeed ye shall, I can command another: I do beseech ye honour me. _John._ I will Sir, And so I'le take my leave. _Duke._ Within these few days I hope I shall be happy in your knowledge, Till when I love your memory. [_Exit_ Duke, _&c._ _John._ I yours. This is some noble fellow. _Enter_ Frederick. _Fred._ 'Tis [h]is tongue sure. _Don John_? _John._ _Don Frederick_? _Fred._ Ye're fairly met Sir: I thought ye had been a Bat-fowling: prethee tell me, What Revelations hast thou had to night, That home was never thought of? _John._ Revelations? I'le tell thee _Frederick_, but before I tell thee, Settle thy understanding. _Fred._ 'Tis prepar'd, Sir. _John._ Why then mark what shall follow. This night _Frederick_, This bawdy night. _Fred._ I thought no less.