Jack. But, Sir, my Grandmother wou’d never own me, if I should change the cursen Name she gave me with her own hands, an’t please your Worship.
Sir Sig. He Bestia! I’ll have no more of your Worship, Sirrah, that old English Sir Reverence, let me have you call me Signior Illustrissimo or Patrona Mea_—or—
Tick. Ay, that I like well enough now:—but hold, sure this is one of your Masters.
Enter Petro drest like a French Fencing-Master.
Pet. Signior Barberacho has sent me to teach you de Art of Fencing.
Sir Sig. Illustrissimo Signior Monsieur, I am the Person who am to learn.
Tick. Stay, Sir, stay—let me ask him some few questions first: for, Sir, I have play’d at Back-Sword, and cou’d have handled ye a weapon as well as any Man of my time in the University.
Sir Sig. Say you so, Mr. Tickletext? and faith, you shall have a bout with him.
[Tick. gravely goes to Petro.
Tick. Hum—hum—Mr. Monsieur—pray what are the Guards that you like best?