Enter Valentine, Fran.  Lance, and a Boy with a Torch.

Val. Hold thy Torch handsomely:  how dost thou Frank? Peter Bassel, bear up.

Fran. You have fried me soundly, Sack do you call this drink?

Val. A shrewd dog, Frank, will bite abundantly.

Lan. Now could I fight, and fight with thee.

Val. With me, thou man of Memphis?

Lan. But that thou art mine own natural master, yet my sack says thou art no man, thou art a Pagan, and pawnest thy land, which a noble cause.

Val. No arms, nor arms, good Lancelot, dear Lance, no fighting here, we will have Lands boy, Livings, and Titles, thou shalt be a Vice-Roy, hang fighting, hang’t ’tis out of fashion.

Lan. I would fain labour you into your lands again, go to, it is behoveful.

Fran. Fie Lance, fie.

Lan. I must beat some body, and why not my Master, before a stranger? charity and beating begins at home.

Val. Come, thou shalt beat me.

Lan. I will not be compel’d, and you were two Masters, I scorn the motion.

Val. Wilt thou sleep?

Lan. I scorn sleep.

Val. Wilt thou go eat?

Lan. I scorn meat, I come for rompering, I come to wait upon my charge discreetly; for look you, if you will not take your Mortgage again, here do I lie S’ George, and so forth.

Val. And here do I S’ George, bestride the Dragon, thus with my Lance.

Lan. I sting, I sting with my tail.

Val. Do you so, do you so, Sir?  I shall tail you presently.

Fran. By no means, do not hurt him.

Val. Take this Nelson, and now rise, thou Maiden Knight of Malllgo, lace on thy Helmet of inchanted Sack, and charge again.

Lan. I’le play no more, you abuse me, will you go?

Fran. I’le bid you good morrow, Brother, for sleep I cannot, I have a thousand fancies.

Val. Now thou art arrived, go bravely to the matter, and do something of worth, Frank.

Lan. You shall hear from us. [Exeunt Lance and Frank.

Val. This Rogue, if he had been sober, sure had beaten me, is the most tettish Knave.

Enter Uncle and Merchant, Boy with a Torch.

Unc. ’Tis he.

Mer. Good morrow.

Val. Why, Sir, good morrow to you too, and you be so lusty.

Unc. You have made your Brother a fine man, we met him.

Val. I made him a fine Gentleman, he was a fool before, brought up amongst the midst of Small-Beer-Brew-houses, what would you have with me?

Mer. I come to tell you, your latest hour is come.