Quar. How, rascal! are you playing with my beard? I’ll break circle with you.
[They all draw and fight.
Pup. Nor. Gentlemen, gentlemen!
Knock. [aside to Whit.] Gather up, Whit, gather up, Whit, good vapours.
[Exit, while Whit takes up the swords, clokes, etc., and conceals them.
Mrs. Over. What mean you? are you rebels, gentlemen? shall I send out a serjeant at arms, or a writ of rebellion, against you? I’ll commit you upon my woman-hood, for a riot, upon my justice-hood, if you persist.
[Exeunt Quarlous and Cutting.
Waspe. Upon my justice-hood! marry shite o’ your hood: you’ll commit! spoke like a true justice of peace’s wife indeed, and a fine female lawyer! turd in your teeth for a fee, now.
Mrs. Over. Why, Numps, in master Overdo’s name, I charge you.
Waspe. Good mistress Underdo, hold your tongue.