_Long._ Wou'd you cou'd use your tongue well of your Master, friend you might have better imployment for your sword. _Du._ I say again, and I will speak it loud and often, that _Orleans_ is a noble Gentleman with whom _Amiens_ is too light to poyse the scale. _Long._ He is the weaker for taking of a prayse out of thy mouth. _Du._ This hand shall seal his merit at thy heart. _Lav._ Part them my masters, part them. _Ser._ Part them Sir, why do you not part them, you stand by with your sword in your hand, and cry part 'em. _Lav._ Why you must know my friend my cloaths are better than yours, and in a good suit, I do never use to part any body. _La-p._ And it is discretion. _Lav._ I marry is it Captain. _Long. Dubois_ though this place priviledge thee, know where next we meet, the blood which at thy heart flows drops at thy feet. _Enter Amience in haste, his sword drawn._ _Du._ I would not spend it better than in this quarrell, and on such a hazard. _Ami._ What uprore's this, must my name here be question'd in Tavern brawls, and by affected Ruffins? _Lav._ Not we indeed Sir. _Du._ Fear cannot make me shrink out of your fury, though you were greater than your name doth make you, I am one, and the opposer; if your swoln rage have ought in malice to inforce express it. _Ami._ I seek thee not, nor shalt thou ever gain That credit, which a blow from me wou'd give thee, By my ---- I more detest that fellow Which took my part than thee, that he durst offer To take my honor in his feeble armes, And spend it in a drinking room; which way went he? _Lav._ That way Sir, I wou'd you wou'd after; for I do fear we shall have some more scuffling. _Ami._ [I]'ll follow him, and if my speed o'er take him, I shall ill thank him, for his forwardness. [_Exit._ _Lav._ I am glad he's gone, for I doe not love to see a sword drawn in the hand of a man that lookes so furious, there's no jesting with edge tooles, how say you Captain? _Cap._ I say 'tis better jesting than to be in earnest with them. _Enter Orleance._ _Orl._ How now? what's the difference? they say there have bin swords drawn, and in my quarrell: let me know that man, whose love is so sincere to spend his blood for my sake, I will bounteously requite him. _Lav._ We were all of your side, but there he stands begun it. _Orl._ What's thy name? _Dub. Duboyes._ _Orl._ Give me thy hand, [thou] hast received no hurt? _Dub._ Not any, nor were this body stuck full of wounds, I should not count them hurts, being taken in so honorable a cause as the defence of my most worthy Lord.