Fal.  Oh, the Devil, now he begins.

Cle.  A handsome Sister too, or you deceiv’d her.

Lab.  Bear up, Sir, be not huft. [Aside.

Fal.  It may be so, but is she kind, Cleontius?
                                          [Fal. bears up.

Cle.  What mean you by that word?

Lab.  Again, Sir, here’s two to one. [Aside.

Fal.  Will she do reason, or so? you understand me.

Cle.  I understand that thou’rt an impudent fellow, Whom I must cudgel into better manners.

Fal.  Pox on’t, who bears up now, Labree?

Cle.  Beat thee till thou confess thou art an Ass,
And on thy knees confess it to Isillia,
Who after that shall scorn thee.

Lab.  Railly with him, Sir, ’tis your only way, and put it Off with a jest; for he’s in fury, but dares not Strike i’th’ Court.

Fal.  But must you needs do this, needs fight, Cleontius?

Cle.  Yes, by all means, I find my self inclin’d to’t.

Fal.  You shall have your desire, Sir, farewel.

Cle.  When, and where?

Fal.  Faith, very suddenly, for I think it will not be
Hard to find men of your trade,
Men that will fight as long as you can do,
And Men that love it much better than I,
Men that are poor and damn’d, fine desperate Rogues,
Rascals that for a Pattacoon a Man
Will fight their Fathers,
And kiss their Mothers into peace again: 
Such, Sir, I think will fit you.

Cle.  Abusive Coward, hast thou no sense of honour?

Fal.  Sense of honour! ha, ha, ha, poor Cleontius.

    Enter Aminta and Olinda.

Am.  How now, Servant, why so jovial?

Fal.  I was laughing, Madam—­at—­

Cle.  At what, thou thing of nothing—­

Am.  Cousin Cleontius, you are angry.

Cle.  Madam, it is unjustly then, for Fools Should rather move the Spleen to Mirth than Anger.

Am.  You’ve too much wit to take ought ill from him:  Let’s know your quarrel.

Fal.  By Jove, Labree, I am undone again.

Cle.  Madam, it was about—­

Fal.  Hold, dear Cleontius, hold, and I’ll do any thing. [Aside.

Cle.  Just nothing—­

Fal.  He was a little too familiar with me.

Cle.  Madam, my Sister Isillia—­

Fal.  A curse, he will out with it—­
                         [Aside, pulls him by the Arm.

Cle.  Confess she is your Mistress. [Aside.

Fal.  I call my Mistress, Madam.

Am.  My Cousin Isillia your Mistress!  Upon my word, you are a happy Man.