Mar. Not one upon my Word, they are more Gentlemen, than to pretend to either, a Witty Man and a Soldier; you may as well say a modest Man, and a Courtier; Wit is always in the Civil Power, take my Word for it; Courage, and Honesty work hard for their Bread; Wit and Flattery feeds on Fools, and if they are counted Wise, who keep out of Harm's way, there's scarce a Fool now in the Kingdom.
Mr. Prais. Why, Madam, I have always took care to keep my self out of Harms Way, not that it is my Pretence to Wit, for I dare look Thunder in the Face, and if you think no Wit has Courage, what made you send for me?
Mr. Pow. Here's good Sport towards.
Mar. Because I have Occasion for nothing but Wit: I sent for you to vouch for mine, and not fight for your own. Mr. Powell, let us mind our Cause.
Mr. Prais. Damme, I dare fight!
Mar. Not with me, I hope: This is all Interruption by Heav'n!
Mr. Prais. 'Tis well there's not a Man asserts your Cause. [Walks about.
Mar. How Sir! Not a Man assert my Cause?
Prais. No, if there were, this Instant you should behold him weltring at your Feet.
Mr. Pow. Sir!