_Sir John._ My Lady _Brute_! my Wife! the Robe of my Wife--with Reverence let me approach it. The dear Angel is always taking Care of me in Danger, and has sent me this Suit of Armour to protect me in this Day of Battle; on they go. _All._ O brave Knight! _Lord Rake._ Live _Don Quixote_ the Second! _Sir John._ _Sancho_, my 'Squire, help me on with my Armour. _Tayl._ O dear Gentlemen! I shall be quite undone if you take the Sack. _Sir John._ Retire, Sirrah! and since you carry off your Skin, go home and be happy. _Tayl._ I think I'd e'en as good follow the Gentleman's Advice, for if I dispute any longer, who knows but the whim may take 'em to case me--These Courtiers are fuller of Tricks than they are of Money: they'll sooner break a Man's Bones, than pay his Bill. [_Exit ~Tayl~._ _Sir John._ So! how d'ye like my shapes now? _Lord Rake._ To a Miracle! He looks like a Queen of the _Amazons_--But to your Arms! Gentlemen! The Enemy's upon their March--here's the Watch-- _Sir John._ 'Oons! if it were _Alexander_ the Great, at the Head of his Army, I would drive him into a Horse-Pond. _All._ Huzza! O brave Knight! _Enter Watchmen._ _Sir John._ See! Here he comes, with all his _Greeks_ about him--Follow me, Boys. _Watch._ Hey-dey! Who have we got here?--Stand. _Sir John._ May-hap not! _Watch._ What are you all doing here in the Streets at this time o'night? And who are you, Madam, that seem to be at the Head of this noble Crew? _Sir John._ Sirrah, I am _Bonduca_, Queen of the _Welchmen_; and with a Leek as long as my Pedigree, I will destroy your _Roman_ Legion in an Instant--_Britons_, strike home. [_They fight off. ~Watch.~ return with Sir ~John~._ _Watch._ So! We have got the Queen, however! We'll make her pay well for her Ransom--Come, Madam, will your Majesty please to walk before the Constable? _Sir John._ The Constable's a Rascal! And you are a Son of a Whore! _Watch._ A most noble Reply, truly! If this be her royal Style, I'll warrant her Maids of Honour prattle prettily: But we'll teach you some of our Court Dialect before we part with you, Princess--Away with her to the Round-house. _Sir John._ Hands off, you Ruffians! My Honour's dearer to me than my Life; I hope you won't be uncivil. _Watch._ Away with her. [_Exeunt._ +SCENE+, _A Street_. _Enter Constable and Watchmen, with Sir ~John~._ _Constab._ Come, forsooth, come along, if you please! I once in Compassion thought to have seen you safe home this Morning: But you have been so rampant and abusive all Night, I shall see what the Justice of Peace will say to you. _Sir John._ And you shall see what I'll say to the Justice of Peace. [_~Watchman~ knocks at the Door._ _Enter Servant._ _Constab._ Is Mr. Justice at home?