Sir Tim. So am not I, ye mangy Mungrels, till I have kickt Courage and
Reputation out of ye.
Sham. Hold there, Sir, ‘tis enough, we are satisfy’d, that you have Courage.
Sir Tim. Oh, are you so? then it seems I was not to be believ’d—I told you I had Courage when I was angry.
Sham. Ay, Sir, we have prov’d it, and will now swear it.—But we had an Inclination to try, Sir.
Sir Tim. And all you did, was but to try my Courage, hah!
Sharp. On our Honours, nothing else, Sir Timothy.
Sir Tim. Though I know ye to be cursed cowardly lying Rogues, yet because I have use of ye, I must forgive ye.—Here, kiss my Hand, and be forgiven.
Sham. ‘Tis an Honour we are proud of, Sir.
Sir Tim. Oh, is it so, Rascallians? then I hope I am to see the Lady without Indentures.
Sharp. Oh Lord, Sir, any thing we can serve you in.