Hau. And wilt thou not do so much as to beat him for me a little?
Lov. Not I, I dare not, he’s a terrible Man.
Hau. Why look you here now, you damn’d Rogue, [To Gload.] Have not you serv’d me finely, hah?
Gload. Why, Sir, ’tis but crying Peccavi.
Hau. Peccavi, and be hang’d to you—Lord, Sir, [To Alonzo.] why are you so angry? I came but to ask you a civil Question, from my Wife that must be.
Alon. You must ask me leave, first.
Hau. Yes, yes, Sir, so she said mun; for she must marry me to night.
Alon. Yes, you shall have it with this—too. [Draws.
Hau. Why look you [Haunce runs away, Lovis stays him.] here now, here’s damn’d doings. For my part, [I declare it here upon] my Death-bed, I am forc’d to what I do, and you kill me against my Will.
Alon. Do’st think we are not discover’d in our Design? I’d kill the Dog if I thought we were.