_Pris._ A good resolution, _profecto_, let every man beg his own way, and happy man be his dole. _Witty._ Well, here's your double share, and single brains _Pol, oedipol_, here's toward, a _Castor ecastor_ for you, I will endure it a fortnight longer, but by these just five ends.-- _Pris._ Take heed, five's odd, put both hands together, or severally, they are all odd unjust ends. _Witty. Medius fi[d]ius_, hold your tongue, I depose you from half a share presently else, I will make you a participle, and decline you, now you understand me, be you a quiet Conjunction amongst the undeclined; you and your _Latine_ ends shall go shift, _Solus cum solo_ together else, and then if ever they get ends of Gold and Silver, enough to serve that Gerundine maw of yours, that without _Do_ will end in _Di_ and _Dum_ instantly. _Enter Old Knight and_ Sir Gregory. _Ruin._ Enough, enough, here comes company, we lose five shares in wrangling about one. _Witty._ My Father, put on _Priscian_, he has _Latine_ fragments too, but I fear him not, I'll case my face with a little more hair and relieve. _Old K._ Tush Nephew (I'll call you so) for if there be No other obstacles than those you speak of They are but Powder-charges without pellets, You may safely front 'em; and warrant your own danger. _Sir Gr._ No other that I can perceive i'faith, Sir, for I put her to't, and felt her as far as I could, and the strongest repulse was, she said, she would have a little Soldier in me, that (if need were) should defend her reputation. _Old K._ And surely, Sir, that is a principle Amongst your principal Ladies, they require Valour, either in a friend or a Husband. _Sir Gr._ And I allow their requests i'faith, as well as any womans heart can desire, if I knew where to get valour, I would as willingly entertain it as any man that blows. _Old K._ Breaths, breaths Sir, that's the sweeter phrase. _Sir Gr._ Blows for a Soldier, i'faith Sir, and I'm in Practise that way. _Old K._ For a Soldier, I grant it. _Sir Gr._ 'Slid, I'll swallow some bullets, and good round ones too, but I'll have a little Soldier in me. _Ruin._ Will you on and beg, or steal and be hang'd. _Sir Gr._ And some Scholar she would have me besides, Tush, that shall be no bar, 'tis a quality in a Gentleman, but of the least question. _Pris. Salvete Domini benignissimi, munificentissimi._ _Old K. Salvete dicis ad nos? jubeo te salvere_, Nay, Sir, we have _Latine_, and other metall in us too. Sir, you shall see me talk with this fellow now. _Sir Gr._ I could find in my heart to talk with him too, If I could understand him.