Hau. How, not marry me? look here now: [Ready to cry.
Gload, can’t you marry, and let no living Soul know it?
Euph. Oh no, Sir, I love your Life better, which would be indanger’d.
Hau. Why, what a cursed Custom you have in Spain, a Man can neither marry, nor console his Neighbour’s Wife without having his Throat cut. Why, what if he will not give you leave?
Euph. Why, then you must fight him.
Hau. How! fight him, I fight him!
Glo. Why, yes, Sir, you know you can fight, you try’d but this very Morning—
Hau. Softly, you damn’d Rogue, not a Word of my Prowess aloud. Salerimente, I shall be put to fight when I am sober, shall I, for your damn’d prating, ye Rascal?
Euph. I am glad you have that good Quality.
[Olinda speaking to Gload, pushes him to speak.