Sis.  Ile not be guiltie, sir,
Of any murder; when we meet agen,
And you in better humour, I may tell you. 
So farewell, Gondarino,[271] nothing’s lost
When you turne Woman Hater. [Exit.

Cou.  She has vext me. 
If we make Matrimony after this rate,
The Divell is like to dance at our wedding.  Ho!

    Enter Device.

De.  Hee’s here,
Alone too, and the place most opportune. 
How shall I beginne?—­Mr. Courtwell, do you love
Any friend of mine?

Cou.  Not to my knowledge, Sir; I should be sorry.

De.  Do not you love a gentlewoman?

Cou.  If she be a friend of yours ile take the first Occasion to neglect her for your sake.

De.  It will become your wisdome and your safety.

Cou.  What mischiefe have done to your face?

De.  My face?

Cou.  You looke so scurvily; come hither, thou
New Monster, with more feet then a Caterpiller;
What tyme a day ist? you that move upon
So many wheeles, say, Monsier, are you not
A walkeing Clock?  I have a mighty mind
To see you tooke a peeces.

De.  I doe not like this.—­ You wo’not put me, sir, together againe.

Cou.  I wo’not take the paines.  Why do you smile now?

De.  At your conceite to thinke I was a Clock:  I am a watch, I never strike.—­Hee’s valiant.

Cou.  You have pretty colours there; are these your Mistresses?

De.  If you did know the mistery you would applaud ’em.  Have you read Livre de blason?  What meane you?

Cou.  I will bestow ’em, sir, upon some forehorse?  They will become a countrey teame rarely.

De.  Mor bleu! 
Why, you dare fight, it seemes, and I was told
You were no Cavellier, a very dreame [droane?]
A wedg for men to breake their swords upon. 
I shall never trust fame agen for your sake.

Cou.  Thou never cosendst me.

De.  I was never so illiterate in man.

Cou.  For I did ever thinke thou durst not fence
But at a complement; a glittering vapour,
A thing of clothes and fitt for chambermaides
To whet their witts upon, but now resolve
Either to have your skin flead of or fight wo’ me
For troubling my present meditations.

De.  Why, sir, if you be serious I shall quit
That prejudice you have upon my valour. 
Looke you, sir, I can draw, and thus provok’d
I dare chastise you, too.  Cause I was merry
I was not bound to feed your spleen eternally
With laughter; yet I am not ignorant
What an advantage, sir, your weapon gives you
In length.

Cou.  Wee’le change; why, this is honour in thee.

  [They measure and Device getts both weapons.