Enter Scanfardoe.
Scan. My noble Fencer, I congratulate
Your braue atchieuements in the last dayes triumph.
Mis. I thanke you, Scholler. Was’t not brauely done?
Scanf. Done like thy selfe: the spirits of Mantua
And old Diogenes doubled in thee.
Mis. I thinke, I haue giuen
The Female reputation such a wound,
Will not be cured in haste.
Enter two Gentlemen.