_Jac._ You're pleasant, but _Fabritio_ know I am not in the mood of Suffering jests.
_Fab._ If you be not i' th' mood I hope you will not be moody, But truly I cannot blame the Gentlewomen, you stood evesdropping Under their window, and would not come up.
_Jac._ Sir, I suspect now, by your idle talk Your hand was in't, which if I once believe, Be sure you shall account to me.
_Fab._ The Gentlewomen and the Maids have counted to you already, The next turn I see is mine.
_Jac._ Let me dye but this is very strange; good _Fabritio_ Do not provoke me so.
_Fab._ Provoke you? you're grown the strangest fellow; there's no Keeping company with you, phish; take you that.
[Sidenote: Fab. _gives him a box o'th' ear suddenly, and throws him_ _from him, and goes his way, whilst_ Jaco. _draws his Sword_.]
_Jac._ Stay coward, stay. [Jac. _runs after_ Fabricio.
_Enter_ Fred, Fra, Clora, _and Servant, and Maid_.
_Clara._ Be ready for I see _Fabritio_ running, And _Jacomo_ behind him.
_Fred._ That way _Fabritio_. [_Exit_ Fabritio.
[Sidenote: Fred, Clor. _and Maid, lay hold on_ Jacomo.]
_Jac._ Where art thou treacher, What is the matter Sirs? Why do you hold me? I am basely wrong'd, Torture, and hell be with you; let me go.
[Sidenote: _they drag him to_ _a chair and hold_ _him down in't_.]
_Fre._ Good _Jac._ be patient, and but hear What I can say, you know I am your friend, If you yet doubt it, by my soul I am.
_Jac._ S'death stand away; I would my breath were poyson.
_Fred._ As I have life, that which was thrown on you, And this now done, were but to draw you hither For causes weighty, that concern your self, Void of all malice, which this Maid my Sister Shall tell you.
_Jac._ Puh, a pox upon you all; you will not hold me For ever here, and till you let me go, I'le talk no more.
_Fran._ As you're a Gentleman Let not this boldness make me be believ'd To be immodest; if there were a way More silently to be acquainted with you, God knows, that I would choose, but as it is Take it in plainness: I do love you more Than you do your content, if you refuse To pity me, I'le never cease to weep, And when mine eyes be out I will be told How fast the tears I shed for you do fall, And if they do not flow abundantly, I'le fetch a sigh shall make 'em start, and leap, As if the fire were under.