_Nov._ Why, for example, by red breeches, tucked-up hair or peruke, a greasy broad belt, and now-a-days a short sword. _Man._ Thy courage will appear more by thy belt than thy sword, I dare swear.--Then, madam, for this gentle piece of courtesy, this man of tame honour, what could you find in him? Was it his languishing affected tone? his mannerly look? his second-hand flattery? the refuse of the playhouse tiring-rooms? or his slavish obsequiousness in watching at the door of your box at the playhouse, for your hand to your chair? or his jaunty way of playing with your fan? or was it the gunpowder spot on his hand, or the jewel in his ear, that purchased your heart? _Oliv._ Good jealous captain, no more of your-- _L. Plau._ No, let him go on, madam, for perhaps he may make you laugh: and I would contribute to your pleasure any way. _Man._ Gentle rogue! _Oliv._ No, noble captain, you cannot sure think anything could take me more than that heroic title of yours, captain; for you know we women love honour inordinately. _Nov._ Ha! ha! faith, she is with thee, bully, for thy raillery. _Man._ Faith, so shall I be with you, no bully, for your grinning. [_Aside to_ NOVEL. _Oliv._ Then that noble lion-like mien of yours, that soldier-like, weather-beaten complexion, and that manly roughness of your voice; how can they otherwise than charm us women, who hate effeminacy! _Nov._ Ha! ha! faith I can't hold from laughing. _Man._ Nor shall I from kicking anon. [_Aside to_ NOVEL. _Oliv._ And then, that captain-like carelessness in your dress, but especially your scarf; 'twas just such another, only a little higher tied, made me in love with my tailor as he passed by my window the last training-day; for we women adore a martial man, and you have nothing wanting to make you more one, or more agreeable, but a wooden leg. _L. Plau._ Nay, i'faith, there your ladyship was a wag, and it was fine, just, and well rallied. _Nov._ Ay, ay, madam, with you ladies too, martial men must needs be very killing. _Man._ Peace, you Bartholomew-fair buffoons! And be not you vain that these laugh on your side, for they will laugh at their own dull jests; but no more of 'em, for I will only suffer now this lady to be witty and merry. _Oliv._ You would not have your panegyric interrupted. I go on then to your humour. Is there anything more agreeable than the pretty sullenness of that? than the greatness of your courage, which most of all appears in your spirit of contradiction? for you dare give all mankind the lie; and your opinion is your only mistress, for you renounce that too, when it becomes another man's.[105] _Nov._ Ha! ha! I cannot hold, I must laugh at thee, tar, faith! _L. Plau._ And i'faith, dear captain, I beg your pardon, and leave to laugh at you too, though I protest I mean you no hurt; but when a lady rallies, a stander-by must be complaisant, and do her reason in laughing: ha! ha!