_Lod._ He might, if it pleas'd him, conceive it so.
_Fred._ I might, if it pleas'd me, stand still and hear My Sister made a _May_-game, might I not? And give allowance to your liberal jests Upon his Person, whose least anger would Consume a Legion of such wretched people, That have no more to justifie their actions But their tongues ends? that dare lie every way As a Mill grinds? from this hour, I renounce All part of fellowship that may hereafter Make me take knowledg of ye, but for Knaves; And take heed, as ye love whole skins and coxcombs, How, and to whom, ye prate thus; for this time, I care not if I spare ye; do not shake, I will not beat ye, though ye do deserve it Richly.
_Lod._ This is a strange Course, _Frederick_; But sure you do not, or you would not know us; Beat us?
_Piso._ 'Tis somewhat low, Sir, to a Gentleman.
_Fred._ I'll speak but few words, but I'll make 'em truths; Get you gone both, and quickly, without murmuring, Or looking big; and yet before you go, I will have this confess'd, and seriously, That you two are two Rascals.
_Fred._ Two Rascals. Come speak it from your hearts, or by this light My sword shall flye among ye; answer me, And to the point directly.
_Piso._ You shall have Your will for this time: since we see y'are grown So far untemperate; Let it be so Sir In your opinion.
_Fred._ Do not mince the matter, But speak the words plain; and you _Lodovick_ That stand so tally on your reputation, You shall be he shall speak it.
_Lod._ Well we are Rascals, Yes _Piso,_ we are Rascals. [_Ex._ Lod. _and_ Piso.
_Fred._ Get ye gone now, not a word more, y'are Rascals.
_Fred._ It is so, by the voyce: I have sought you Gentlemen, and since I have found you, So near our house, I'le force ye stay a while, I pray let it be so.
_Fab._ It is too late, We'l come and dine to morrow with your Sister, And do our services.
_Fred._ Two idle fellows, That you shall beat hereafter, and I'le tell ye Some fitter time a cause sufficient for it.
_Fab._ But _Frederick_, tell me truly; do you think She can affect my friend?
_Fred._ No certainer Than when I speak of him, or any other, She entertains it with as much desire As others do their recreations.
_Fabr._ Let not him have this light by any means; He will but think he's mockt, and so grow angry, Even to a quarrel: he's so much distrustfull Of all that take occasion to commend him-- Women especially: for which he shuns All conversation with 'em, and believes He can be but a mirth to all their Sex, Whence is this musique?