_Tut._ By your favor Pupill, Whence shall this challenge rise? for you must ground it On some such fundamental base, or matter As now the Gentry set their lives upon. Did you ere cheat him at some Ordinary, And durst he say so, and be angry? if thus, Then you must challenge him: hath he call'd your whore, Whore; though she be (beside yours) twenty mens? Your honor, reputation is touched then, And you must challenge him: Has he deny'd On thirty damme's to accommodate money, Though he have broke threescore before to you? Here you must challenge him: Durst he ever shun To drink two pots of Ale wi'ye? or to wench Though weighty business otherwise importun'd? He is a proud Lord, And you may challenge him: Has he familiarly Dislik'd your yellow Starch, or said your Dublet Was not exactly frenchifi'd? or that, that report In fair terms was untrue? or drawn your Sword, Cry'd 'twas ill mounted? Has he given the lye In circle, or oblique, or semi-circle, Or direct parrallel? you must challenge him. _On._ He never gave my direct apparrel the lye in's life. _Tut._ But for the crown of all, Has he refus'd To pledge your Mistris health though he were sick? _Enter_ Neanthes _and_ Page. And crav'd your pardon? you must challenge him, There's no avoiding: one or both must drop. _On._ Exquisite Tutor. _Nean. Crates_, I have sought you long, what make you here Fooling with these three farthings, while the Town Is all in uproar, and the Prince our Master (Seis'd by _Leonidas_, and _Agenor_) carried And Prisoner kept i'the Castle, flanckes The west part of the City, where they vow To hold him, till your Brother, Lord _Euphanes_ Be rendr'd to 'em, with his life to satisfie The Rape, by him suspected to _Merione_? The Queen refuses to deliver him, Pawning her knowledge for his innocency, And dares 'em do their worst on Prince _Theanor_, The whole State's in combustion. _Cra._ Fatall Ring. _Unc._ What will become of us? _Nea._ And she hath given Commission to _Euphanes_ And _Conon_ (who have leavied men already) With violence to surprize the Towre, and take 'em. What will you do? _Cra._ Along wi'ye, and prevent A farther mischief: Gentlemen, our intents We must defer: you are the Princes followers. _Nea._ Will ye walk with us? _Unc._ You shall pardon us. _Tut._ We are his followers afar off you know. And are contented to continue so. [_Exit_ Crates _and_ Neant. _Onos._ Sir Boy.