_Mart._ O my Lord, Your honor cannot leave a gentleman At least a fair design of this brave nature, To which your worth is wedded, your profession Hatcht in, and made one peece in such a perill, There are but six my Lord. _Prot._ What six? _Mart._ Six villains sworn, and in pay to kill me. _Protaldye._ Six? _Mart._ Alas Sir, what can six do, or sixscore, now you are present? Your name will blow 'em off: say they have shot too, Who dare present a peece? your valour's proof Sir. _Prot._ No, I'll assure you Sir, nor my discretion Against a multitude; 'Tis true, I dare fight Enough, and well enough, and long enough: But wisedome Sir, and weight of what is on me, In which I am no more mine own, nor yours Sir, Nor as I take it any single danger, But what concerns my place, tel[l]s me directly, Beside my person, my fair reputation, If I thrust into crowds, and seek occasions Suffers opinion, six? Why _Hercules_ Avoyded two men, yet not to give example; But only for your present dangers sake Sir, Were there but four Sir, I car'd not if I kill'd them, They will serve to whet my sword. _Mart._ There are but four Sir, I did mistake them; but four such as _Europe_, Excepting your great valour. _Prot._ Well consider'd, I will not meddle with 'em, four in honor, Are equall with fourscore, besides they're people Only directed by their fury. _Mart._ So much nobler shall be your way of justice. _Prot._ That I find not. _Mart._ You will not leave me thus? _Prot._ I would not leave you, but look you Sir, Men of my place and business, must not Be question'd thus. _Mart._ You cannot pass Sir, Now they have seen me with you without danger. They are here Sir, within hearing, take but two. _Prot._ Let the law take 'em; take a tree Sir I'll take my horse, that you may keep with safety, If they have brought no hand-saws, within this hour I'll send you rescue, and a toyl to take 'em. _Mart._ You shall not goe so poorly, stay but one Sir. _Prot._ I have been so hamper'd with these rescues, So hew'd an[d] tortur'd, that the truth is Sir, I have mainly vowd against 'em, yet for your sake, If as you say there be but one, I'll stay, And see fair play o' both sides. _Mart._ There is no More Sir, and as I doubt a base one too. _Prot._ Fie on him, goe lug him out by th' ears. _Mart._ Yes, This is he Sir, the basest in the kingdome. _Prot._ Do you know me? _Mart._ Yes, for a generall fool, A knave, a coward, and upstart stallion baw[d], Beast, barking puppy, that dares not bite. _Prot._ The best man best knows patience. _Mart._ Yes, This way Sir, now draw your sword, and right you, Or render it to me, for one you shall doe.