Hau. Leave us then—good Words, good Words, Friend; for look ye, I am in a notable Humour at present, and will be intreated. Glo. Yes, Sir, we will be intreated. Ant. Pray leave us then. Hau. That’s something—but hark ye, Friend, say a Man had a mind to put in for a share with you. Ant. Rude Slaves, leave us. Hau. Ha, Slaves! Glo. Slaves said you, Sir? hah— Hip. Oh, as you’re a Gentleman, assist me. [To _Haunce_. Hau. Assist thee? this Fellow looks as he would not have his Abilities call’d in question; otherwise I am amorous enough to do thee a kindness. [Offers still to go, she holds him. Hip. Sir, you mistake me; this is a Ravisher— Hau. A Ravisher! ha, ha, ha, dost like him the worse for that? No, no, I beg your Pardon, Madam. Hip. Have you no Manhood, Sir? 278 Glo. She is in earnest; now if I durst stay, how I would domineer over my Master; I never try’d perhaps, I may be valiant thus inspir’d. Lady, I am your Champion, who dares ravish you, or me either? Ant. Rascal, unhand her. [He comes up to them, _Gload_ puts the Lady before him. Hau. How now, _Gload_ ingag’d! nay, I scorn to be out-done by my Man. Sirrah, march off with the Baggage, whilst I secure the Enemy. Ant. Rash Man, what mean you? Hau. I say, stand off, and let him go quietly away with the Wench, or look you— Ant. Unmanner’d Fool, I will chastise thy Boldness. [Goes up to him with his Dagger. Hau. How, how, hast thou no other Weapon? Ant. No, if I had, thou durst not have encounter’d me. Hau. I scorn thy Words, and therefore there lies my Sword; and since you dare me at my own Weapon, I tell you I am good at Snick-a-Sne as the best _Don_ of you all— [Draws a great Dutch Knife. Ant. Can I endure this Affront? Glo. The best way to make a Coward fight, is to leave him in Danger—Come, Lady— [Goes out. Ant. Thou base unmanner’d Fool, how darst thou offer at a Gentleman, with so despis’d a thing as that? Hau. Despis’d a thing? talk not so contemptibly of this Weapon, I say, do not, but come on if you dare. Ant. I can endure no longer— [Flies at him, _Haunce_ cuts his Face, and takes away, after a-while, his Dagger. Injustice! can such a Dog, and such a Weapon vanquish me? Hau. Beg your Life; for I scorn to stain my Victory in Blood—that I learnt out of _Pharamond_. [Aside. Ant. He does not merit Life, that could not defend it against so poor and base a thing as thou: Had but _Marcel_ left me my Sword— 279 Hau. O then I perceive you are us’d to be vanquish’d, and therefore I scorn to kill thee; live, live. Ant. How the Rascal triumphs over me! Hau. And now, like a generous Enemy, I will conduct thee to my Tent, and have thy Wounds drest—That too I had out of _Pharamond_. [Aside. Ant. What if I take the offer of this Sot? so I may see _Hippolyta again._ But I forget— [Aside. Hau. Will you accept my Offer? Ant. For some Reasons I dare not venture into the Town.