_Long._ Honest friend, do you belong to the house? I pray be covered. _Mont._ Yes Sir, I do. _Long._ Ha, dream'st thou _Longaville_? sure 'tis not he: Sir I should know you. _Mont._ So should I you, but that I am asham'd. But though thou know'st me, prethee _Longaville_, Mock not my poverty, pray remember your self; Shows it not strangely for thy cloaths to stand Without a Hat to mine? mock me no more. _Long._ The ---- embroider me all over, Sir, If ever I began to mock you yet. The ---- on me, why should I wear Velvet And Silver Lace? ---- I will tear it off. _Mont._ Why Mad-man? _Long._ Put on my Hat? yes, when I am hang'd I will: ---- I could break my head. For holding eyes that knew not you at first: But time and fortune run your courses with him, He'll laugh and storm you, when you shew most hate. _Enter_ Lamira, Orlean's _Lady_, Laverdine, La Poop, Malycorn, Veramour, Charlot. _Lam._ You're a fair Mounsieur. _Long._ Do you mock me, Lady? _Lam._ Your business, Sir, I mean. _Lady._ Regard your self good Mounsieur _Longueville_. _Lam._ You are too negligent of your self and place, Cover your head sweet Mounsieur. _Long._ Mistake me not fair Ladies, 'Tis not to you, nor you, that I stand bare. _Lav._ Nay sweet dear Mounsieur, let it not be to us then. _La Poop._ ---- A compliment. _Mal._ And ---- of manners. Pray hide your head, your gallants use to do't. _Long._ And you your foreheads, why you needful accessary rascals, That cannot live without your mutual knaveries, More than a Bawd, a Pandor, or a Whore From one another; how dare you suspect That I stand bare to you? what make you here? Shift your house, Lady of 'em, for I know 'em, They come to steal Napkins, and your Spoons; Look to your Silver-bodkin, (Gentlewoman) 'Tis a dead _Utensil_, and Page 'ware your pockets; My reverence is unto this man, my Master, Whom you, with protestations, and oaths As high as Heaven, as deep as Hell, which would Deceive the wisest man of honest nature, Have cozen'd and abus'd; but I may meet you, And beat you one with th' other. _Mont._ Peace, no more. _Long._ Not a word, Sir. _Lav._ I am something thick of hearing; what said he? _La poop._ I hear him, but regard him not. _Mal._ Nor I, I am never angry fasting. _Long._ My love keeps back my duty, noblest Lady; If Husband or brother merit love from you, Prevent their dangers, this hour brings to trial Their hereto sleeping hates; by this time each Within a yard is of the others heart, And met to prove their causes and their spirits With their impartial swords points; haste and save, Or never meet them more, but at the grave.