Cor. He knows me sure, and says all this to plague me. [Aside. My Lord, my Master with a Curtezan! he’s but just now arriv’d.
Gal. A pretty forward saucy lying Boy this; and may do well in time.— Madam, believe him not, I saw his Master yesterday,—convers’d with him. —I know him, he’s my Friend;—’twas he that parted hence but now, he told me all his Passion for a Curtezan scarce half an hour since.
Cor. So!
Lau. I do not doubt it, Oh, how I love him for this seasonable Lye: —And can you think I’ll see a perjur’d Man, [To Cor. Who gives my interest in him to another? —Do I not help ye out most artfully?— [Aside. Laughing to Gal.
Cor. I see they are resolv’d to out-face me.
Gal. Nay, vow’d to marry her.
Lau. Heavens, to marry her!
Cor. To be conquer’d at my own Weapon too!—Lying! ‘tis a hard case.— [Aside.
Gal. Go, Boy, you may be gone; you have you Answer, Child, and may depart—Come, Madam, let us leave him.
Cor. Gone, no help! Death, I’ll quarrel with him,—nay, fight him,— damn him,—rather than lose him thus.—Stay, Signior. [Pulls him.]—You call me Boy—but you may find your self mistaken, Sir,—And know—I’ve that about me may convince ye. [Shewing his Sword. —’Thas done some Execution.