Cle. A handsome Sister too, or you deceiv’d her.
Lab. Bear up, Sir, be not huft. [Aside.
Fal. It may be so, but is she kind, Cleontius? [Fal. bears up.
Cle. What mean you by that word?
Lab. Again, Sir, here’s two to one. [Aside.
Fal. Will she do reason, or so? you understand me.
Cle. I understand that thou’rt an impudent fellow, Whom I must cudgel into better manners.
Fal. Pox on’t, who bears up now, Labree?
Cle. Beat thee till thou confess thou art an Ass, And on thy knees confess it to Isillia, Who after that shall scorn thee.
Lab. Railly with him, Sir, ‘tis your only way, and put it Off with a jest; for he’s in fury, but dares not Strike i’th’ Court.