Chris. I do not think he will be forc’d, not even by Friendly.
Friend. And, faith, it goes against my Conscience to lift my Sword against him, for he is truly brave, and what he has done, a Service to the Country, had it but been by Authority.
Chris. What pity ’tis there should be such false Maxims in the World, that noble Actions, however great, must be criminal for want of a Law to authorise ’em.
Friend. Indeed ’tis pity that when Laws are faulty they should not be mended or abolish’d.
Ran. Hark ye, Charles, by Heaven, if you kill my Daring I’ll pistol you.
Friend. No, Widow, I’ll spare him for your sake. [They join with Surelove.]
Haz. Oh, she’s all divine, and all the Breath she utters serves but to blow my Flame.
Enter Maid.
Maid. Madam, Dinner’s on the Table—
Sure. Please you, Sir, to walk in—come, Mr. Friendly. She takes Hazard.