Alon. You may command me any thing.
Hip. Sir, there is a Gentleman, if I may call him so, that dares do ill; has put a base Affront upon a Lady—a Lady whom all brave Men are bound to vindicate: I’ve writ him here a Challenge, and only beg you’ll give it him; I will attend you in St. Peter’s Grove, where I desire the perfidious Antonio (for that’s his Name, to whom this is directed) to meet me.
Alon. I’m pleas’d to see this Gallantry in a Man so young, and will serve you in this, or whatever else you shall command. But where is this Antonio?
Hip. That I’ll inquire of these. Sir, pray can you give any account of the Cavalier [To Haunce, [who starts as afraid].] you fought with this Morning in St. Peter’s Grove, that had a Lady with him?
Hau. So, now perhaps I shall be hang’d for that. [Aside.
I fight, Sir! I never fought in my Life, nor saw no Man, not I.
Gload. ’Sha, you may confess it, Sir; there’s no Law against killing in Spain.
Hip. How, have you murder’d him? [Takes hold of him.
Hau. This Rogue has a mind to have me dispatch’d. [Aside.
Hold, Sir, the Man’s as well and alive as you are, and is now at my Lodgings: look ye, here’s the Dagger I disarm’d him of—but that I do not love to boast. [Shews it.