Ran. Gad, to beat the Rascal, and bring off Chrisante.
Jen. Beat him, Madam! what, a Woman beat a Lieutenant-General?
Ran. Hang ’em, they get a name in War from Command, not Courage; but how know I but I may fight? Gad, I have known a Fellow kick’d from one end of the Town to t’other, believing himself a Coward; at last forced to fight, found he could; got a Reputation, and bullied all he met with; and got a Name, and a great Commission.
Jen. But if he should kill you, Madam.
Ran. I’ll take care to make it as comical a Duel as the best of ’em; as much in love as I am, I do not intend to die its Martyr.
Enter Daring and Fearless.
Fear. Have you seen Chrisante since the Fight?
Dar. Yes, but she is still the same, as nice and coy as Fortune when she’s courted by the wretched; yet she denies me so obligingly, she keeps my Love still in its humble Calm.
Ran. Can you direct me, Sir, to one Daring’s Tent? Sullenly.
Dar. One Daring!—he has another Epithet to his Name.