_Long._ And is this all? a poor rescue; I thought thou hadst revers'd the judgement for his overthrow in his sute, or wrought upon his adversary _Orleance_, taken the shape of a Ghost, frighted his mind into distraction, and for the appeasing of his conscience, forc'd him to make restitution of _Montague's_ Lands, or such like rescue; S'light I would have hired _Acrocheture_ for two _Cardekues_, to have done so much with his whip. _Dub._ You wood Sir, and yet 'tis more than three on their foot-cloaths durst do for a sworn Brother, in a Coach. _Long._ Besides, what proof's of it? for ought I know, this may be a trick, I had rather have him a prisoner, where I might visit him, and do him service, than not at all, or I know not where. _Dub._ Well Sir, the end will shew it, what's that, a challenge? _Long._ Yes, where's _Orleance_? though we fight in jest, he must meet with _Amiens_ in earnest,--fall off, we are discovered; my horse _garson_; ha! _Dub._ Were it not in a house, and in his presence, To whom I owe all duty-- _Long._ What would it do? prate as it does? but be as far from striking, as he that owes it _Orleance_. _Dub._ How? _Long._ I think thou art his Porter, Set here to answer creditors, that his Lordship Is not within, or takes the diet: I am sent, And will grow here until I have an answer, Not to demand a debt of money, but To call him to a strict account for wrong Done to the honors of a Gentleman, Which nothing but his heart-bloud shall wash off. _Dub._ Shall I hear this? _Long._ And more, that if [I] may not Have access to him, I will fix this here To his disgrace and thine. _Dub._ And thy life with it. _Long._ Then have the copies of it pasted on posts, Like Pamphlet Titles, that sue to be sold; Have his disgrace talk for Tobacco-shops, His picture baffled. _Dub._ All respect away, wer't in a Church-- [_draw both._ _Long._ This is the Book I pray with. _Enter Orleance._ _Orl._ Forbear upon your lives. _Long._ What are you rouz'd? I hope your Lordship can read (though he stain not his birth with Scholar-ship) doth it not please you now? if you are a right _Mounsieur_, muster up the rest of your attendance, which is a Page, a Cook, a Pander, Coach-man, and a Footman, in these days a great Lords train, pretending I am unworthy to bring you a challenge, instead of answering it, have me kick'd. _Dub._ If he does, thou deserv'st it. _Long._ I dare you all to touch me, I'll not stand still, What answer?